Monday, September 30, 2013


Each word, scarred my skin
as lips turned to knives
and sharpened tongues
bore deep –
tearing past the surface
revealing life - - -
oozing pain.
Each word, scarred the page
as letters tore the fibers
and black ink
seeped –
from a tarnished heart.
Each word, scarred the day
like bloody stains –
on memories……
as once warm hands
which wrote of love –
turned cold.

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