You were her first wound
Dug into her skin, she started to bleed
She tried to kiss her boo boos
You kept tearing into her flesh
Sometimes she'd pick the scabs open
Silent, she must obey
Thy parents are thy gift of life
The wounds changed shape with age
And time gifted her with more
More scratches and bruises
They blanketed the first
Layering it bit by bit
Forgetting the first born wound
Until she mothered her own
Then she saw it again
The wound that festered
Lived inside for all those years
What a pity
May 4
May 4, 2026 at 9:53 AM UTC
You were her first wound
Dug into her skin, she started to bleed
She tried to kiss her boo boos
You kept tearing into her flesh
Sometimes she'd pick the scabs open
Silent, she must obey
Thy parents are thy gift of life
The wounds changed shape with age
And time gifted her with more
More scratches and bruises
They blanketed the first
Layering it bit by bit
Forgetting the first born wound
Until she mothered her own
Then she saw it again
The wound that festered
Lived inside for all those years
What a pity
