"Look
I hold up my arm
Displaying a bloody gash
"Are you okay?
What happened?
"I don't know
I couldn't see
"Look
I hold up my arm
Displaying a scab
"It is healing nicely
"No it isnt. It isn't healing. It is changing
I peel away the scab
"See
"Look
I hold up my arm
"You have showed me this already
"Yes but it is different
I peel away the scab
"See. it is changing
"Look
I hold up my arm
"Please do not tear away your scab again
Its gross
And it isn't good for you
"But it has changed. See
"Look
I hold up my arm
"No. i cannot keep watching you
Tear yourself apart
It is changing
"I see
Look
The scab has gotten smaller
The wound is shrinking
Quick! Stop it! It mustn't disappear! Tear away the scab! Tear apart your flesh! Return your wound to its previous wonder! Return to the beginning! Return to the fall! you must not move forward! It is too dangerous! It is too much change! Return return return return return return return return return return return return return return return return return return return return return return return return return return return return return return return return return return
"Look
I was running. We were running. You tripped me. I fell. I hurt my arm. I cannot keep running. I must come back. I must return. I must see. You must look
"Look
Look at how you have hurt me
See the pain you have caused?
See how i torture myself because of you?
"LOOK!!!"
"Your arm looks fine now
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It Could Have Been Gentle - poetry
PoesiaPoems about the bits of life that feel unnecessarily sharp. ~ Nails in palms and rock in throat and eyes latched in the ground, I open up in hopes of speech and find a choke of sound, Frantic thought of desperation fly beneath my hair, I don'...
