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Mend My Wounds

Hover over my trauma, sharp as a vulture, swoop
Surround old scenarios with an offer to devour
Wipe the memory card of pain I play on loop
Grab my glitches with talon weapon power
Wounds bouncing red announce danger


Jab at, stab, peck out infection, empty of pulse
Rip it, sniff the adrenalin, swallow all sorrow 
Pluck eyeball delicate, until blank as dolls'
They blink thanks, hurt healer Hallowed
Wounds open have happiness follow


Latch onto my carcass, alight at cliff side guard 
Reptilian talons take off, lift me limp and ripe
Black soil fall apart, fresh organs' harvest
Seasons redefined by your vital swipe
Wounds swept ride a wayward kite


Feather buffer bolstering capable chest convex
Adopts torment, swiftly rids it from intruder                                           
Cleansed, amended by aves benevolence 
Oblivious to doubt with bathed bruises
Tandem scourers never marooned




                            18th April 
            Empathy ate pain

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Eric Cohen

Date: 4/28/2021 6:28:00 PM

Wow, Sigrid! Your pen is as sharp as those avian talons.

David Kavanagh

Date: 4/20/2021 5:51:00 AM

An absolutely gem of a write Sigrid, A purge, metaphorically described as a vulture eating away at your wounds, but more out of symbiotic kindness perhaps, you offer up the pain willingly and nonchalantly, The language used is as exquisite, as it is visceral, poetry heaven and hell, A superb write, in your own inimitable style, cheers David