The Wound, against healing

Rupture breaks through the skin,

Bleeds, leaves a gash, cools,

Comes to rest.

.

On my back the cooled flow

Creates a ridge, a gap.

I watch the searing glow solidify,

A map of its path across flesh.

I scratch the scab to see inside,

The raw wet pain of my body,

.

Your body in pain, this thin place

Where we each live, the wellspring

We share.

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About alicebarrett

Small town writer
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