Sacred and Profane

Words hit like bullets
Shattering the sacred space between,
Leaving emotions smeared like blood.
In this space
“I’m sorry” is profanity
Written in blood on my skin.

It leaves me shattered,
desecrated and defiled,
This small word
That tore through my skin
And left me gasping for air.

The words that remained
Stuck in my throat like ice sculptures
An invisible art unfolds
on a canvas of mutilated promises.

By | 2017-11-13T16:57:31+00:00 November 8th, 2017|Poetry|0 Comments

About the Author:

Bio: Sarah Clive is a writer, author & wanderlusting, creative adventurer with a penchant for telling stories about love, life, destiny and the ineffable things that make us human. Her first book, Dream Warrior’s Manifesto, is available to download from her website, Amazon, Kobo, Nook and iBooks. She regularly blogs about tales for dream warriors, sock elves and sentient fruit and vegetables. She can be found having adventures all over the world and has recently been seen in Bali, the USA and Costa Rica, though you can see more of her shenanigans on her instagram (sarahclive) She's an ENFP, and Enneagram 8w7 (874), all of which leads her to be the kickass storyteller you see before you today. Sarah is an eclectic idealist with a rampant can-do attitude, and a bit of a girl geek in her spare time, when she's not reading, writing or out taking photographs. She's often found dancing in kitchens.

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