Wounds

by Lindsey   Mar 10, 2005


A wound heals slowly,
like the understanding of time
Its quiet, its ever present
and its known
It will eventually heal
It will return to the way
it once was
however scared
a cut bleeds until it stops
what if the bleeding
was ever present?
and knows not how to stop?
can that be understood
can that be explained?
my cuts are my own
the bleeding is mine
and it wont stop
it wont end
until
i do

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