Your work worn hands
Cleaning the red skin
Of the earth still attached
Your enjoyment of
Sinking your teeth into
Something so vibrant
Beautiful
White
Pure
And always
Bitter
In the end
Constant triggers
Fill my eyes
With salt water
The sadness weaves
Through my ribs
Up my spine
Tearing at my flesh
Muscles aching
Recoiled in darkness
Reaching for the light
~Amber C. Smith 2015
