Thursday, September 18, 2008


Tenderly you convinced me.
Begged me with your whispers, implored me with your eyes to show you my heart.
Take down the wall and trust me.

Breathy promises I could not turn from.

Gingerly you traced the raised ribbons of yesterday.
You fingered the scars as your eyes delved into my soul.
I watched as your pupils dilated and yet I could not break away.

Flickers of old hurts contort my face, vermilion snapshots flying, tantalizing, fading,
bleeding sepia and then black.
Your fingers sunk into the rotten wounds, twisting,
deepening until only white crescents remain.

The warm flow trickles over my ribs like the tears of ancients,
silently undulating over each hill and valley,
the forgotten dripping off the curve of my hip,
the forsaken pooling in crimson puddles around my naked feet.

And you laughed.


Anissa Mayhew said...


I'm so not laughing.

I have band-aids. And vodka, lots of vodka.

MouthyGirl said...

Wow. I don't have words, I know that Crown Royal helps to numb the pain...

~Tinkerlicious~ said...

This weeekend we are going shoping & drinking!
Cuz I think you & I need a LOT of both!!!!!

Luv ya!