Words Shot Through Me Version 1 Poem by Aimee Nell

Words Shot Through Me Version 1



I touch the place where your words shot through me.
Still they echo in my head.
The blackened hole burns like the fire that seared it.
But cauterized wounds cannot bleed,
Still they long for release.

Friday, March 21, 2008
Topic(s) of this poem: fire,wounds
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