07 September 2010

Inked

She walks through quiet streets
in warm dark air
a storm at her back
gathering steam
the rain begins
the ground trembles
she lifts her face
hoping that water
will wash away
her thoughts.

Soaked to the skin
she enters
sanctuary
looks in the mirror
only to find
instead of rain
on her skin
his words
in ancient symbols
inked into her flesh.

She watches as they fade
eating their way
below the surface
of her
to be carried there
forever
as a reminder
of him.

The reason for her days.

2 comments:

  1. As a work in progress, the bookshelve is open and wait new phrases.

    Thank you for such a deep poem.

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  2. I really like this, it brings pictures to my mind & real feelings.
    Lovely...

    nlin loki

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