X

 

Your touch burned

My skin fire-branded

Scalded bright crimson

Your kisses needles

Sharp stinging stamps

Tattooing my body

Your Midas love

Turned my heart to gold

X marked the spot.

When you were done with me

You set yourself free

To make your mark elsewhere

But upon departure

You turned treasure hunter

Following the map

You traced upon my surface.

Your barbed words

Sliced open old scars

Bleeding me dry

Dagger-eyed contempt

Plunged into my body

Carving along inked lines

Treasure chest excavated

Gouging out my aurous heart

Where X marked the spot.

Emma H, age 26, 06/04/2017

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