Salt In My Wound
I’m dining at a small café
alone—that’s nothing new--
when suddenly THEY sashay by
and blind me with the view!
Just look at that huge shiny sight,
a devastating thing!
Nothing could have readied me
for seeing her fine ring.
While looking at my own left hand,
I think of when I wore
a diamond solitaire much like
the one she now adores.
What hurts the most is knowing that
the man engaged to me
six months ago is the same one
that, through my tears, I see
embracing her. I hear him say,
“We’ll never be apart.”
He gave to her one precious stone,
a bullet to my heart.
Then, rubbing salt into my wound,
as she walked by, she said,
“Oh, have you seen my ring, Nadine?”
She smirked as my heart bled.
entered in Line Gauthier's Another 2017 Stunner Contest, April 2018
placed 2nd
July 20, 2018, entered in Kai Michael Newmann's A Moment in Time Contest
June 15, 2020, entered in Anthony Biaanco's Crushed Poetry Contest
September 21, 2020
entered in Brian Strand's Completely Your Choice (14) Poetry Contest
February 24, 2021
entered in the Salt Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Anthony Biaanco
Copyright © Janice Canerdy | Year Posted 2017
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