Remnants

        Fresh bruises caress my skin,

                 rusty gashes cake my veins,

yet all dispensable                      

       and replaced within the month.

How, then,                               

must the remnants           

of both scars &' scarlet            

                      lead to a

                           broken heart . . .

Author's Note

Photo courtesy of Horrors-of-Kain of Deviant Art.

Reviews

[Ashly Christen]

a nice piece :)

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Like always, I love love love style in poetry. I think that here, the style of your lines makes your poem even more beautiful. Your imagery is fabulous, I especially love the line with 'rusty gashes.' A very small and yet very deep poem. I like it very much.

[Tai Ryens]

Thank you. I had written a story of similar concept a few months back when I used to self harm, and this is simply expressing four pages' worth of writing into a poem. I daresay I prefer the poem, though.

[Baby Ricochet]

Good one Tai

[That_Girl]

Because some run deeper than skin and veins. Lovely little piece, Tai.