Poetry Blogs (2019, wound)
Every now and then, we find a band aide to cover a wound on our soul
As soothing as it seems, we must pay the toll
for it will eventually begin to peel
and in anticipation of the pain we will feel
our muscles tense and our jaws clench
until it is pulled off all at once
like an assassin’s attack with no alert
one final hurt
To recover, we sleep as thunder rumbles its wa...
Sunday 21st July 2019 5:36 am
Black bullet hole wound
blooms red November petals.
Blood and remembrance.
Sunday 9th November 2014 4:08 pm
the red regret of Thomas
my fingers drip crimson apologies
but now it’s far too late
I wanted to feel the red in you
to let the steaming coils
wrap themselves around my disbelief
so when you offered your wounds
I was cautious at first
but needed to satisfy fears
to blood lust
even as the sticky mess of truth
congealed upon my skin
tears dribbled down my ...
Monday 24th March 2014 6:48 pm