My words

My words

 

My words are an open wound;

a flame licking in the darkest corner.

Melting skin,

drying tears from empty eyes.

 

My words are my truth;

circling around past hurts and regrets.

Trying to wash away shame,

a guilty red stain from a white shirt collar.

 

My words are a warm, scented bath;

soothing weary flesh.

Lighting a candle,

along the way.

 

 

Anne-marie