healing from the stabs i got
i don't who and where and when
few prints are left
but i don't want to know
i healed myself
restored the skin i once had
this wounds and stitches
are marks of fragments of the past.
YOU ARE READING
ninth avenue - poetry
Poetry__ heavenly bodies only know where you are now. maybe i was not holding on too tight as you slipped away. wasn't i still yours? __
