Eating Our Wounds

Suffering doesn't make you better,
it just makes you hurt
and the grief never goes away,
never shrinks, even as you grow

Bullets into trees and people,
burrowed beneath the barrier.
The cut that always bleeds,
The slug in your skin,
The bullet in the bark

We both grow the same way,
Eating our wounds.
and at our center sits
something that killed

<- Back