succor by Courtney Cantrell

dont pick at that

momma said

youll make it bleed

i wont forget

curled up in the rocking chair listening
as you yearn to watch over me

i wont forget

vulnerable to your gentle hands
you knead the pain from my soul

heal my winter

break my fall

even as the black dogs of your despair nip at your vitals

i wont forget

sobbing the hollowness from my heart

into yours

and your eyes like the sky

wide

welcoming

filled with the softest storms

that cleanse and soothe

i wont forget

enveloped in your sweetest darkness

hidden held whole

heart brought back to life

raw and wild

beating mad with the knowledge of what can and cannot be

i wont forget
tinged with crimson or no

still the memories are warm

and i drink them.

Courtney Says:

Hi, I'm Courtney Cantrell, and I am bad at writing bios. I much prefer writing and publishing fantasy novels. One series is paranormal and the other is epic, by which I mean "grand and magic-driven and quest-filled," not "totally cool, dude." At courtcan.com, I blog about the writing life, various daily oddities, chocolate and coffee, and vorpal unicorn morphing powers. Those are real. I have the blog post to prove it. I also have a husband and a daughter and a cat. And a quotes collection.

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Courtney's most recent novel is currently available on Amazon.