Razor Sharp WordsA Poem by KAREN
I am the sponge, your words are liquid soaking my soul with everlasting pain. Love has lost its sheen. Arms are like glass cutting me little by little, theres no warmth left.
I am the gasoline, your words are fire kindling up old memories, blistering my already dead heart. Serenity has run dry. Peace no longer lingers in our lives.
I am an open wound, your words are salt pouring over me, and sprinkling my body with fear. Our home is no longer a safe haven, it is the gates of hell.
I am the dart board, your words are the darts piercing me to the very core. My blood cries for mercy. My bones cry for healing. My heart cries for your love.
I am the wife, and you are my husband. There is nothing left to be said, but you will find a clean knife and soon cut me again. © 2012 KARENAuthor's Note
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