Monday, March 9, 2020

blossoming

From the five millimetre incision
She allows herself
Every other night
A red flower blooms
Its petals veined like
Butterfly wings
Where the skin creases
Wrinkles
Lines crisscrossing
At the wrist
Between hand and arm
Pain
Light
Like a feather
Flutters against the cut
That doesn't run deep
That won't leave a scar

It's safer this way
For her
She doesn't need to hide in shame
The release she allows herself 

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