Sketches in Vain

Sketches in Vain

She always wanted to tattoo my name upon her wrist to hide the scar.

That I would without concern kiss and tell her was beautiful.

As they were part of her and told a story before we met.

You cannot bury the past so embrace it and understand.

The trauma placed upon you was never your fault.

And the dirt underneath your nails is a burden you must release to grow.

Let it die before it drags you down.

I never let her place my name upon her flesh but my memory is that scar that I hope sometime is a cherished memory of what was never to be.

Sometimes I hope when it gets dark you reflect upon the scar that will eternally be given to you from me.

Goodbye sweetheart.



John Patrick Robbins 

Is the editor and chief of the Rye Whiskey Review and Under The Bleachers .

His work has been published here at Ariel Chart , Punk Noir Magazine, San Antonio Review,  The San Pedro River Review,  Oddball Magazine , Bradlaugh's Finger,  Piker Press.

He is also the author of Once Upon A Nervous Breakdown from Soma Publishing  and Sex Drugs And Poetry from Whiskey City Press. 

His work is always unfiltered. 

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