Grudges Held Poem by MusicMan McCormick

Held in my hand, squeezed tight
and hard, the sparkling shard.
knife-edged obsidian
Grown from my heart, hidden,
obscured, oncologic.

Elbow drips blood, run from
my grasp, in cutting clasp
Black glass sliced, drains scarlet.
Rain down, my soul, and splash.
Consumptive catharsis.

This I hold for you, by
my fury, impurely
taint with tears, blood, this lathe
reshapes me, demonized.
prodromic, prodigal.

This I hold for you, held
aloft, the warding cross
as bane, to banish so
morbid quests, while draining
I hold, I hold, I hold.