Wordle 192 “Shrink to Silver”

192

Brenda Warren

I lay awake at night stumbling

In sheets crusted with ether

Wondering why I cannot

Dream without panic.

Your eyes snag in passing,

A choice belabored in conversation,

A discreet high razing

The length of my spine,

A thousand miles of wreckage

Strewn between our ruined hearts.

What is there left to talk about?

Help no longer performs

The obligatory resuscitations.

I wipe the sweat from my chakras,

Sleeves bolstered at the elbows.

The stain of love never comes out

But there is always

An alteration of color.

Someday these raw red wounds

Will shrink to silver.

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13 responses to “Wordle 192 “Shrink to Silver”

  1. you
    can
    always
    see
    the
    panic
    in
    his
    eyes

    every
    time
    he
    has
    to
    perform

    though
    it’s
    his
    coice

    there’s
    no
    help
    for
    it

    he
    can’t
    talk
    it
    away

    he
    feels
    the
    sweat
    burn

    as
    it
    rolls
    down
    his
    face

    it’s
    happened
    a
    thousand
    times

    so
    now
    he
    concentrates
    on
    the
    snag
    high
    up
    on
    his
    sleeve
    and
    let
    his
    voice
    soar

  2. The stain of love never comes out / But there is always / An alteration of color. / Someday these raw red wounds / Will shrink to silver.

    A very interesting and strong piece, but these last lines – they speak of hope in change and healing; finding strength – and of course, scars – but nonetheless – they are positive.

    Great job Yves 🙂

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