Shades

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Shades - book excerpt

My wounds bleed,

Gashes gush red,

“Life will out.”

I face a void

Endless, black, blank,

Screaming: my throat open.

Pain,

Psychic, emotional, mental,

Leaking from every crack in my skin, my mind.

With the sharp bark of a tree,

I sew sinew together,

No anesthetic.

New pain sears as I weave:

Tree fibers moving in and out,

Creating new, healing wounds where they stitch.

I am open,

I feel open.

My heart is split open.

I, my broken pieces all, need closure.

My wounds need closure.

I am open but seek closure.

These words are my sutures.