Wednesday, January 12, 2022

The weep of the wound by Emalisa Rose

What she’d like to forget,
reminds, when she catches
its glimpse in the mirror, or
on those never more nights
as she’s sipping the sauce 
between star wishing.

Though the weep of the wound
long ago healed, it's the face in 
the scar, that torments Maria.




When not writing poetry, Emalisa Rose enjoys crafting and birding. She volunteers in animal rescue and tends to cat colonies in the neighborhood. Living by the beach, provides much of the inspiration for her art. Her work has appeared in The Rye Whiskey Review, Spillwords, Madswirl and other wonderful places. Her latest collection is "On the whims of the crosscurrents," published by Red Wolf Editions.

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