The Open Wound

July 31, 2023

I feel it in my collarbone. Dull

aches of a soul never healed. The elements of me

that reflect you, subjugation soaked into my skin,

shame scratched into my skeleton.


I feel it in the back of my throat. The words dammed

under my tongue, unable to float. They drown

the confidence I gained

from leaving you.


I feel it in my shoulders. Your hands holding me

to you, quelling my worries. Then, a quaking

in your cold absence, when you

cast me aside.


I feel it in my ribs. They don’t sting

like they did when we shared our games, our giggles,

our agony. There’s a gash in that space now

when I see you don’t share the same grief.


Katelynn Jordan (she/her) is a university student currently completing her Bachelor of Arts in English Literature in Ottawa, Ontario, Canada. She loves her cat Fletcher, the way you can take words and create a whole new world, and coffee in any form.


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