September 2005

Saltwater Fears

She guilts me;
I had cut again
down to my soul,
I could not tell.

Splitting skin shreds like paper,
thick drops of blood
from slow moving red cells,
coagulation is key here.

Feeling better than wrong
I did it again,
running scared,
frightened of healing.

Gather the sorrow,
borrow the rage,
put them all down
on a single white page.

Where do I go now?
I need to be alone,
to cry out fat droplets
of saltwater fears.

This entry was posted in Poetry.

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