Claret Wine
Based on the August Gothic prompt, "Crumbling stone walls".
A full list of prompts can be found in my posts on July 31st, if you would like to participate.
My skin weeps,
just so that I know I am alive,
rivers of claret wine flowing from the wound.
My body is a ruin,
the walls crumbling,
the edges of my mind once buttresses
collapse in on themselves,
self-loathing the worst hate.
I wait for the tide to come,
to wash away this breakwater,
let the saltwater flow
and wash away the pain.
©️ Emma Steel
Emma, your words are always special. But as someone with chronic pain this hit me HARD!! Lovely piece.
I felt every word of this, Emma. You are such an amazing word weaver!✍️✨️ "My skin weeps, just so that I know I am alive" that line will linger for days! Beautifully expressed! 💚🖤