Camphor Balm

Photo by Tikkho Maciel on Unsplash

The night my husband tripped with the cast-iron pot in his hands,
spilling a caldron of boiling water onto the top soft skin of my foot,
I sobbed and scratched past the surface of time and into sixteenth
and seventeenth century Europe. The searing sea splashed over me
like a Roman invasion peeling away the flesh of my dorsum until
nothing was left…

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Samantha Wallen

Samantha Wallen

Poet, writer, writing & book coach — Seeking to restore the soul of our world one word at a time…