l a c e r a t i o n
/ˌlasəˈrāSH(ə)n/
noun
a deep cut or tear in skin or flesh
i've never been shot
but i feel as if i can relate to that pain
it stings
but there's nothing to stop it
when the bullet pierces
life was so slow
but as soon as the wound opens
life moves so fast
i lose control
can't save myself
so i asked for help
we fell asleep in the garden
searching for that bullet
wondering where it went
or how the bleeding started
i thought maybe
i was the only one getting hurt
but as i looked up
everyone that surrounded me
too was covered in blood
feeling the pain
that i thought only i could obtain
they had no wounds
because we didn't bleed the same
they did not have bullets
to lacerate
instead they had my blood
on their hands
grieving unreasonably
and i tried to stop them
but they couldn't help but care for me
their pain was my pain
and we all laid in the garden
and became the same
i cried
wondering why i destroy
everything i touch
but
after days of weeping and dying
bleeding and crying
they found the antidote
and the blood that was mine
washed away overtime
my pain
was no longer theirs
it was all mine
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s o n d e r ☽༓・*˚⁺‧͙
Poesiapoetry about life, happiness, and all that is to come. ☽༓・*˚⁺‧͙
