Draw the blade over my quivering, pale flesh
Redness emerges between the folds
Increasing in volume as the seconds tick away
Until the needle and thread poke through and crosses the divide
Pulling tight,
Patching me up,
Fixing me of all that is wrong-
And making it right

© 2017 Vic Romero

First poem of the year…More creative pieces coming soon. 

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