White bandages
draped confidently
across red lines,
Tasting copper-red shame
and dressing the pain
in lovely woven care.
Guilty pleasures
combat the guilt
of giving in to the rush
Blood pounding
in my head
that demanded to be seen,
Convinced me that
I wanted to feel
what I could see
Wait, no,
see what I could feel?
I let the silver bite, so quick!
Forgetting remembers
that the pain never forgets
to remind you of what's real.
The white bandages lay
draped confidently
over fading red lines
She wrapped them gently,
handled with care,
sealed with a kiss,
Reminded the pain to coexist.