Missing Bandages

Why when I bleed
I ran out of bandages?
But I was the one who
bought them in the first place?
Can’t I be allowed to cover up
my own wounds just once?
It’s overflowing now.
They took all the bandages
I’d bought.
I’m left with nothing
but the cut on my toe.

P.S. Don’t share bandages with your family,
Hahaha... stash them in a safe place when needed!
Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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June 22, 2010 at 6:56 AM
It is a pleasure to be reading your poetry this morning Qui. Wishing you a wonderful day filled with an overload of inspiration. Hoping you will challenge yourself to use all the inspiration which you may receive today. Love, Carol
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