Tagged: scabs

around the corners

around the corners
of comfort, scabs and scars – that’s
how it’s always been

** in the absence of The Daily Post from WordPress, here’s your daily prompt: scabs

the scraped knuckles from

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