Salt in my Wounds

August 19, 2012
By Paris1997 GOLD, Lakeside, California
Paris1997 GOLD, Lakeside, California
13 articles 4 photos 30 comments

Favorite Quote:
The power of imagination makes us infinite. -John Muir

Blood and skin underneath my nails
Stains the rag
Scratching away the contamination
Don't Touch
Literal or figurative?
You? Literal.
Me? Figurative.
My heart has not been touched
or handled
or grazed against
I'm scratching away the residue
There is a new layer beneath
Don't touch it
I'll scream
My skin lies red and raw
From someone rubbing salt into my wounds
As if I forgot they were there
Scorched by my touch
Until the tears come
But what is this I am crying?
Not water
It evaporates on my cheeks
It's salt, my dear
And from my irritated skin comes tears
Clear, cool, and healing
But the salt, the salt
The mangled, ugly words
Sting my eyes
I can have a fresh layer of skin
The pain won't last forever
But what about my eyes
Leaking hurtful words
Who will attend to my burning eyes?
Will someone help me?
Wash away the pain!
Or will I slowly lose my sight...?
All my the one I love watches....

The author's comments:
When someone you love kills you with their words...

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This article has 2 comments.

on Jul. 20 2015 at 5:20 am
SomeoneMagical PLATINUM, Durham, New Hampshire
22 articles 1 photo 260 comments
Love it love it love it! This is an amazing piece of work.

on Oct. 26 2012 at 2:46 pm
AnthonyDavidHall PLATINUM, Valrico, Florida
23 articles 0 photos 15 comments

Favorite Quote:
"Man is least himself when he talks in his own person. Give him a mask, and he will tell you the truth." - Oscar Wilde

This is actually decent. Way to go :)

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