Not Bleeding, Not Healing
He examines the week-old wound
there on his chin,
today the scab has been replaced
with hard, pink skin;
never mind an ugly scar, it's healing
nicely,
and he hopes the rest of him will,
eventually;
that would be nice, but then he promptly
doubted that,
for soul's wounds neither bleed nor heal
no matter what.
Copyright © Romeo Naces | Year Posted 2007
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