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
