Seal these wounds

I’ve been drowning my fears
in astringent and slitting them
open with the tip of a knife.

Your words can dissolve
the edge of my anger, but only
motion can wipe the residue

of horror and sadness
off of my skin. Only the feel
of paper against my index finger

or the warmth that lies
inside your mouth can seal
these wounds I created.

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Filed under Frustrations and Rants, lust and love, Musings, poetry, The muse

One response to “Seal these wounds

  1. Wow. That first stanza really grabs you and the poem doesn’t let you go until the word “warmth.” Great work.

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