Still

My fingertips follow your traces on my skin.

The burns from the last time I saw you still ache when I touch them.

I put my hand on my chest and it's empty.

A hollow hole where I keep my love for you.

Your voice pierces my ears at its lowest tone. 

Three years later and I still open my eyes fearing the touch I feel is you.

I put my hand on my stomach. 

Still vacant of the life you beat from me. 

Reviews

[Elizabeth Mars]

Interesting piece, seems like this piece is about the aftermath of an abusive relationship and the aftermath of a miscarriage due to the abusive relationship ("I put my hand on my stomach. Still vacant of the life you beat from me"). I love all of these lines, so poetic and sad. Really great work! :)

[look.both.ways]

Thanks so much for thread and the review!