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WOUND

And it was in the wound that I found you
In the pain and bound
In the stigmata of scarring
And the healing

The suffering raw gore and cauterised
Gone now as if none had been real
Only you are still here
As if only you had been real

As if nothing was permanent
As wanting went wanting
As wound I caused
And wounded I caused
And surrendered

If I went out tonight
It would not be alone
Yet no one calls
And I am not lonely


I am grateful for the tears
And the terror
I am grateful for silences

I am grateful for the wound
Where I found you
Making sense of my wounds
Written by whale
Published | Edited 17th Jan 2017
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