My flesh feels live!
Not alive,
But live!
Like open sores,
From head to toe!
Like scabs torn off healing wounds,
Still wet with puss,
And crying nerves,
Which even a kiss would hurt!
Only time can heal,
What logic failed to fix.
Always a step behind,
Emotion’s dirty tricks.
Only time can now decide,
Whether to endow,
A fresh coat of skin,
Perhaps a little thicker now,
Or scars ever-leering…
Crippling…
Reminding…