Inflicting Wounds With or Without Words
The cut—
is deep
and jaggedly
expands outwards
(like a mushroom cloud
from an atomic bomb)
The heart—
pounds—thump-thump--thump-thump
as clots form
cling to frictions…
The wound—
slow heals
reflecting a scar
(seen and unseen)
The pain—
subsides
and dies into dullness
and time
is neither right, wrong or mediocre
and often it doesn’t heal all wounds.
Regis
Thanks for sharing Tracey!!
Love tinka