You sprinkled your cold stare like salt

onto the cut on my heart, a sordid

wound that reeked of good-byes,

a smell strenuous and uncouth that

lingered by the side of my pillow

every night, in which I dreamed

about forgetting you, and it stayed,

like an unwanted pregnancy,

brooding and growing

to become something that was






  1. Kim · August 16, 2011

    Thank you! 🙂

  2. contemplativemoorings · August 16, 2011

    The layout of the poem really enhances the emotions of it…

  3. dantrewear · August 15, 2011

    this is great – raw, compelling
    Peace, Dan

  4. falsetears · August 13, 2011

    Beautiful poetry!

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