Old Wound

White scar, old wound,

You were once a stream of red juice,

With pristine bruise,

Violet-blue.

 

Today,

I’m no longer your nurse in waiting,

With ointment,

Bandages,

Pills for the pain.

 

I no longer need rush to your aid,

You healed,

You can leave now.

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