723 No Less [30 July 2005]

The tearing of my flesh hurts no less
than the breaking of my heart.
The crimson rivulets weep down my arms,
expressing what I can not.
I am closed, cut off,
torn from emotion,
desperate for the touch.
The experience of skin on skin,
of arms surrounding me.
To feel something instead of the nothingness
that encompasses my soul.

© Johanna Fugitt 2017

About taikodragonjkf

Member of Spokane Taiko. Poet. Newbie weight lifter. Love cats and baseball.
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