Mysteries
mysteries
of a broken window
haunt me
hand wrapped in newspaper and gauze
still drips blood
days later
turn away
he washes old wounds in the old laundry sink
lye soap
stinging
tears
regrets
truth
flow below
Copyright © Zera Masters | Year Posted 2010
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