After it’s over she always
Finds herself in the corner
Licking her wounds and rewatching
Each frame of the movie now burned into her soul.
It stays with her whether she wants it to or not.
It’s like an infected mosquito bite
Behind the knee, no one else
Really knows it’s there
Until it kills you.
Sometimes she has to stop herself from
Setting out a plate for it at dinner,
After all it is not a welcomed guest
But rather more of a stalker.
It follows her everywhere hiding in plain view.
The truth is when you lick your wounds
They don’t heal, they just
Fester and spread
Infection to all the good parts.
You really have to get rid of the source for it to heal.