Salt In The Wound
written by: C. Louise Williams
@akaCLouise
I remembered you
sitting beneath me
shining smiles up
at me, my neck
your mouth met
sweetly.
You have known
too much of me
to be so far away.
Too familiar
to be so
cold.
Sometimes I dream
of you
loving me
without restraint.
But I knew it
when you flinched,
there felt
my caustic kiss,
to withdraw
into the shade
of your presence
where you could not
see me.
Some wishes
are not to be granted.
Yes. My heart,
will not cease
carving your name
into its chambers
Your memory
pours into my mind
the collection of tears
I’ve cried for you
Down into my chest
searing my scars
drowning me.
Cease your haunting.
Still my hand,
my own treacherous limb,
from aggravating
these open wounds.
C. Louise Williams is an idealistic spirit that uses her painting and her poetry to highlight injustice and beauty alike in the world around her. She has self-published two poetry books, and written several articles on education, life advice, and mental health, and currently blogs on her website.
Latest posts by C. Louise Williams (see all)
- Salt In The Wound - February 17, 2020
- Hestia - August 10, 2017
