Apr 21
Water listens, acknowledging the pain
It washes and cleans the wounds lightly,
Soothes and calms,
Like a burbling brook to sit next to.
But blood…
Blood is thick and heavy.
It leaves a taste of copper in my mouth
Even after my head resurfaces and I can breathe again.
It stains and flows from cuts, tearing my stitches
It washes and cleans the wounds lightly,
Soothes and calms,
Like a burbling brook to sit next to.
But blood…
Blood is thick and heavy.
It leaves a taste of copper in my mouth
Even after my head resurfaces and I can breathe again.
It stains and flows from cuts, tearing my stitches
As much as I love my parents, I’d rather go to my friends so I won’t get lectured and/or scolded
