His face is pressed into my chest
"You need to get a bandaid"
I say. He has a cut on his finger.
"This is a bandaid
For a different wound"
He breathes warmly
Categories:
bandaid, care, love,
Form: I do not know?
all those wounds you talked about
i will sit outside on the concrete floor
and patch each one up
till you are clean and theres no more
i can say its love now,
it always was
but it was also just
what should've been done
each time you hurt yourself
when i wasnt around
Categories:
bandaid, love,
Form: Free verse
The Blue Bandaid
on the track to the river
the red shoe
green skirt
blood stained knickers
splatter on the trail
the hacked off hand
the offhand remark
brings you back
to where you were
the blue band aid
on the river track
was forensic evidence
of a gruesome
rape murdercase
of yet another
innocent child
Categories:
bandaid, abuse, angst, murder,
Form: Free verse