I didn't see when you
sliced open my skin
deep
now it's
way too late
all I can do after, is lick
and suck on my wound
to lessen the burn
but it will never forget
and it will never forgive;
it will name you,
with a curve
a jagged end
a looped slash
after the wound dries.
Now I will keep rubbing it
to calm my taut nerves
and they'd mistake it for
"nervous gesture"
how I hate this scar.
______
©VioletEden
10thFebruary2017
YOU ARE READING
Vermillion
PoetryI have been surviving the past few years, counting on my hands, the days taking me, to the impending end. I will not. I will not sacrifice my hands anymore for something so sacrilegious. I color my hands with Vermillion, rub the pages of my noteboo...
