January

 

This must be winter.

That’s when the blue rivers rise,

Beat against dams of fragile skin,

Swollen by body-heat

Melted snow.

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

A fine write...:)...............

[Andrea Di Martino]

Thank you. I like this one, too.

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...:).....

[TLK]

I'm finding it hard to link the nature imagery and the body imagery.

[Andrea Di Martino]

I know that having to explain a piece means it failed on some level, but this one is intensely personal and that's why the language is so sparse. I was really only writing it for myself. I needed to let out the emotions that I was feeling in a constructive way. I don't know if you read my bio, but I am a recovering self mutilator. A "cutter" if that word is clearer to you. The blue rivers in this are meant as a symbol of my veins and them rising is the effect of the season on my psyche. The impulse is always harder to resist in the winter. Perhaps I should not have posted this here, but I believe that other self mutilators need to know that recovery is possible, so I post what I can about the struggle. Thanks for reading