Friendly Firing

I teeter on knife edges.
Push me up.
Hold my tongue.
Grab, shove.
Harder!
Pain twists the tears to drink.
Quenches my thirst for blood.
Keeps me balanced in ocean cliffs.
Not too soft.
Healing gives clear thoughts some time.
Hammer and hold.
Cycle to and fro in a sea's rock.
Let my cradle fall until I see again.
Then cease again and I'll subside.
When the tide comes in
get me out.
Fear keeps priorities straight.
Keeps the water flowing.
Cools the hate.

Now,
hit me one more time.




Thanks to Mike for this Saturday's inspiration, "Hit people so they can feel release through pain."