The Ache

Like the black and blue

After a blow

Like the raw-skin sun burn

The knife-edge scrape of the unkind wall

On the back of your hand

The pen scratching gash on the pure sheet

The word ripping wounds into the soul

How I’ve treated you, my body

Marring me, scarring you


(c) mamuangandmacarons

(c) GreenMountainJC from flickr

(c) GreenMountainJC from flickr