Watering a Wilted Flower
She was a wreck;
alcohol, drugs, and loneliness
were her company.
Men loved her body,
but avoided her soul like a plague.
“You will never be loved,”
she heard.
Scornful whispers crawled all around her.
One man loved her so dearly,
that he was ready to see and touch
the ugly scars of her life – he was ready
to be scorned as she was.
“You won’t love her for long,”
he heard.
A woman struggling not to drown
into nothingness is all he saw in her eyes…
(This piece was published in Literature Today (Vol. 4)
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