You look at me

hair wilting,

one arm gone,

a gaping hole in my chest.

“I am fine”,

I whisper

and out you walk.

I lick what is left of my lips.

Can you not see?

Each time you leave,

you take a part of me with you.

I cannot recognise myself anymore.


One thought on “12:34

  1. mud6

    I loved catching up on your journey through Europe Carmen – what an amazing time you’ve had! This was something you obviously found so rewarding on many different levels!

    Your writing flows effortlessly over the pages too! You’re definitely a born writer!


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