Heal The (Poetry Month 8#)

hurt of the mouth so you can’t speak, hurt of the nostrils so you can’t sniff, hurt of your arse so you can’t dirty,

hurt of your crotch so you can’t. Holes are all wounds, even doors have scars you open and close with keys, doors into homes and possessions, into staying for a while. Cemeteries are full of holes healed by a mouthful of dirt. Sewers are hurt not yet healed, windows too. Dig a hurt to heal with seed that will flower if cared for. Sight_2017_04_08_162605_960

via Daily Prompt: Heal

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