Every wound has a culprit
Every scar knows exactly who they are
You are mine
You hurt
You scarred
Deeply
Inside my heart
Then you moved
As I bled
And bled
Into the dead grey night
Eventually
I made it home
Staggering
Slowly
And lowly
Battle weary
And exhausted
Into
my newly
very well made
Empty
And now ridiculously
Ambitious
Bed.