Open Wound
Poetry Month Day 1
Split me
Flay me
Open up my insides
“Don’t you see the wound?”
She said.
Break me
Bend me
Close this heart of mine
“Why can’t you see the wound?”
She begged.
Bind me
Rip me
Open my filled mouth
“Are you blind to the wound?”
She cried.
Set me
On fire
Close my skin
Open my mind
“Let the open wound
Go.”
She lied.
I found some great prompts for poetry month courtesy of Google and Rachel Huckel. Day one - open wound. Looking forward to sharing one each day! For any of my fellow poets, I hope you enjoy yourself this month and let your poetic words fall out. <3
Xoxo - Mesa
Mesa, this one lands like a steady pulse, each line opening and sealing at the same time, and I can feel the tension in that movement. The shift from said to begged to cried to lied stays with me, like the voice keeps trying new ways to be seen and still meets a wall. I read the ending as something deeply human, a sentence spoken to survive while the wound keeps breathing underneath.
I follow the NaPoWriMo prompts like last year and share the new prompt every day at Wild Lion*esses Lookout together my own contribution. Would love it if you occasionally have a look. Today‘s poetry: https://wlplookout2create.substack.com/p/sovereignty-in-six-parts?utm_source=direct&r=1sss7q&utm_campaign=post-expanded-share&utm_medium=web