June 18, 2017Poem
Dissolvable stitches
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Dissolvable stitches
Flesh wounds glued
Held with butterfly stiristrips
Burns tightly bound in
Clear plastic masks to
Minimise the damage
Show me the scars
Better by far
Than the old days
Is there a better way
To mend a broken heart
A tube of glue
Will not do
Tell me again
How you begin
To pick up the pieces
When they no longer
Seem to fit
There is no repair kit
Needle or thread
Will not fix it
If we break a heart
It may never heal
Reboot
Or restart
When a world falls apart
Do we crumble and die
Or reach for
The sky.