I was challenged to write about this particular topic in twenty minutes and with less than 15 lines as an exercise to sharpen my writing. It was fun and I came up with the poem below…
As the blade slid out,
I knew this scar would never heal. I
sit and watch cobwebs grow thicker on
the window until I can not see the sun.
Now castles form at the roots of my veins,
so you can remain prisoner in my dungeon – I
beg for solitude but my blood grows unforgiving as
I keep guard. It turns grey and a hardening darkness
cloud my eyes. When cracks appear and form new maps
on my skin, I can feel your memory purging against my flesh.
I despise the rust you left.
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