stitches

eleven stitches.
little snowflakes of regret.
none will ever pull me back
to make me whole again.
+++++++++++
some
only needed a tug
because this wound is rotten.
there is no skin.
+++++++
a few
made their homes in
the scabs
and were scratched away.
+
that calls for ten.
—–+—–
let’s call it over,
the doctor’s in.
but a scar’s
not healed
by time
amen.
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