The Wound
The wound required stitches,
but was left completely alone.
Healed on its own.
What was once cell bound together
Two sides spread pink, slick,
sensitive new tissues
apart.
4 thoughts on "The Wound"
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Striking & ominous.
Feels abrupt, as if it’s the prologue of something. Makes you think.
Visceral and powerful
I remember my knee in 2nd grade being like this. Wounds are very in-one’s-face when they happen… this poem called to and pushed away. Liked it.