October 25, 2019Poem
Mortal wounds never heal
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Mortal wounds never heal
They may not kill
Immediately
The damage of undoing
A constant irritant
Carcinogenic fingers
Winding tendrils
Constricting the effort
A heart might make
To break free
Shiver me freezing
Fear is in
Not knowing
When the final cut
Is complete
Ice cold memories
Plague on me
The process of decay
Occurring everyday
A gradual loss
Of function
As the world looks on
Ignorant of its impact
Not the poultice
It would wish itself to be
The necrosis
Hidden in plain sight
Behind a smile
That barely reaches
The eyes
Enough of a disguise
To ensure
The malaise stays undetected
Until malignancy
Becomes a word
Much bigger
Than the space
It takes
Or the letters it contains.