Words for Thoughts

Thumb of Stitches

A crease in my finger
A deep wound to linger
Criss cross, slish slash
Burns from a bee's stinger
I tiny scab along the skin
Fiery veins leering within
A trickle of blood in between
Running up and around my chin
So much to see, so much to find
Up, down, around, behind
Mortal laugh, inhuman tear
A flick of beauty and finger to bind
A curse from the dark witches
Click clack like little switches
Digging into your fragile bone
This thy call Thumb of Stitches