The Scavenger of Wounds

Quietly I am attending
to you,
strolling past your body with mouse clicks and strolls.
Stroking your face with arrows.
Clicks. You

so much the same,
I discovered you,
a bit
deranged, remembrance of sweat passed, you
splayed beneath me, rising/ falling
when I pushed you
under my weight,
my pinning hips.
Your pinning lips.

Wide.

Some kiss.
Tongue and push and…

Gone, back, gone.
Windows closing and opening.
A fading sunflower in the sunlight, passing time.

Digging at your wounds, arrows
stroking raw flesh, you
bleeding out more of you
into nothing.

Collecting your hurts,
scavenging your losses….
feasting on your failures.

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About Martin

I'm just... filling time.
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4 Responses to The Scavenger of Wounds

  1. GinAndTulips says:

    This is wonderful work.

  2. Martin says:

    Thanks. Little dark, but it’s a rainy day out, felt fitting.

  3. Jeff says:

    I really enjoyed your poem a lot. I enjoy writing you and I could related to the “scrolling past your body with mouse clicks”. Really enjoyed it. I’m going to follow you so I can read more of your work in the future. Thanks.

    Jeff

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