My 2nd ever quadrille (wet whisper my first) for Björn’s dawn quadrille #25 for d’verse. Late to the party, but snuck in any ways.

as you finger trace

the contours of my

undulating scars,

puckered skin snaking

red pink cross my wrists

the dawn light falls

on me – knowledge

that all your wounds lie

inward, uncounted,


untouched by my

being held so close in

your arms

image via (minivanily)

© Lorraine