You stitched my glaring wounds.
Bleeding dark and bleeding red.
I punctured my skin to let you in,
Pulled you close and wrapped you tight.
Only you could cease that flow
That bleeding gush of red and dark.
Now it's time to pull you out,
Through the skin that grew on you
A bloodied mess spread over you.
You stopped the pain; healed my wound
Yet now I have to let you go.
Scraping flesh and swimming blood
The last piece of you must be found
This numbing pain is all I dread -
I can't tell skin from thread.
thank you, dear roommate, for letting me post your poem on my blog.
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