Poetry: Cauterises

Fire burns in all of us but it doesn’t always scar

A scalding outpouring of blood over rich bone

Sometimes heals well and sometimes it heals twisted

Echoing and remembering the times we were hurt

Fire cauterises and stops the bleeding

But the scars are there the damage is done

And when we wake up from the nightmare

The fire is gone but the burnt twisted skin

Remains

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