Love Bears It Away

My fingers trace the violence etched into your body. The pale incision that welcomed our first. This new scar, an exit wound made by the one we lost. And still you let me touch you, warm myself at your fierce fire? If that’s not love, tell me what is.

Philip Feivel Wolff misspent his youth jamming in alternative rock bands and exploring the Smoky Mountains; these days he writes about horrors otherwise known as the real world. fivewolff.weebly.com