You Are A Scab Poem by Laura Milner
You Are A Scab
Two weeks today I acquired these scabbed knees.
I have treated them tenderly; with kindness and care.
Each morning the cuts become exposed again and bleed profusely,
sticking to and soaking the material used to cover my
aching legs.
I wait patiently for them to heal
and hope for no signs of scarring.
I hope not for a permanent reminder of
the night you turned and laughed.
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