Wound Up – A Quadrille

Wound Up My nerves were  so tightly wound  one sound of dissention would make me jump from my shivering skin   Your words, as always hateful and cruel were like salt poured in an open wound Stinging and painful   Fearing the worst I escape before finally snapping     Copyright © 2021 Christine BoltonContinue reading “Wound Up – A Quadrille”