Nov 2017
I wake in tears.
My heart is a scarlet mess,
broken sutures,
split stiches,
torn incisions
not from surgery,
but from the
precise pain
of losing someone
and remembering
said loss
when I awake.
My heart is a scarlet mess,
broken sutures,
split stiches,
torn incisions
not from surgery,
but from the
precise pain
of losing someone
and remembering
said loss
when I awake.
