the scraped knuckles from
when i changed
the sheets have scabbed
over. i could not feel
the cells pulling the wound
together, like a builder
laying tiles. i did not
hear the fibroblasts calling
for a huddle, an assembly, or
a clambake. they say upon
injury, a set of complex
biochemical events takes
place in a closely
orchestrated cascade,
but in a way, all
healing should
require so much silence
.
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