scab

 Today I weeped again

For a wound I thought healed

Started to bleed again


It's not the blood that I weep over

Or the staring eyes

It's the pain deep in the bones

That felt familiar but foreign


How I wish I don't weep

But how do I deny 

A part of me?


Today I bled

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