Inflammatory

Heart of piece

Jagged and caught

Tearing holes in

Anatomy

Lost to me

The time when

Anti-inflammatory

Ended the story

Now stitches

Clot the blood

Won’t staunch the flood

Throat and eyes

Scratched and dried

Stop and I’d

Give the contents

And my character

And every lost

Cell and membrane

If you could build me

A scab

I’d wear it off

Wear it down

To the capsule

Where the ends meet

Where we repeat

The aches

Waiting

For the scar.

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