Salt On Open WoundsA Poem by Chris Shaw
Those nine carat gold hoops
twisted with betrayal have remained unused and pushed in their satin lined, expensive salt on open wounds leather case to the back of a dark drawer where they'll stay buried forever. When he presented them to her, he would have seen the expression in her eyes. "I bought them with you in mind", he said. But she in her infinite wisdom replied, "You did nothing of the kind, you'd be a fool if you think my eyes are blind to your treachery".
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18 Reviews Added on February 14, 2019 Last Updated on February 14, 2019 AuthorChris ShawBerkshire, United KingdomAboutAlbert, my paternal grandfather introduced me to Tennyson when I was nine. I have loved poetry ever since but did not attempt writing a single piece until I was 40. It's never too late to try somethin.. more..Writing
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