Scabs

An open letter from husband to estranged wife.

I'm sugar rushed and need a transfusion out of this wine induced haze, a cool breeze whips through my hair and I feel weightless.

Flying on the breath of a lie, words hollowed out and lined with X's and O's brimming at the seams. Upon closer inspection the words are not words at all, and the threads have caught.

Stray once again I howl through the streets like the mad man I've always wanted to be, descending down the backs of wallflowers shuddering under my gaze, looking to find you once again.

Author's Note

What do you think? All reviews and comments are much appreciated.

Reviews

[Shubhangi]

So painful but heart touching!! Loved it.

[Xuru]

Thank you so much!

[Giulia King]

Omg the last few lines are soooo incredibly good!!

[Xuru]

I'm glad you enjoyed it.

Thanks!

[Enchanted-Raven]

I particularly liked the last sentence....excellent, enjoyed :) x

[Xuru]

Thank you so much for the read!

[wordman]

a touching write,enjoyed it

[Xuru]

Thank you wordman, means a lot.

[andrew mitchell]

Some things don't heal but a lovely written story, beautiful imagery of despair, longings, letting go. Every paragraph was brilliant. nice work!

[Xuru]

Thanks Andrew. Very much appreciated!