Hiding Remains, Nothing Remains
February 18, 2015
By: Megan Horn
You told me once you blamed the cats For careful incisions you made That was your teenage years
Scratching your surface
Like the trees do when it’s windy Sweeping through the clouds Hitting the nervous sky
Pricking it yet again
Like me at my acne Trying to relieve the pressure From those swollen glands
Squeezing the peeling
Like when you are preparing carrots Quickly ripping shreds from them So they fall thickly on the counter
Hiding the remains
With cats or clouds With the shirt over my back With the trash can
Until nothing remains
Keep digging You won’t find anything But more pain
Contributor's Note: Megan is a junior here at Salem State.