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  • January 27, 2018 1:09 PM | Emily Fell (Administrator)

    Danielle Baird, LSWAIC

    You leaned in to peer at my wound, and I pulled back, worried
    You might think I was exaggerating--
    tiny gash, sufficiently addressed with a bandaid is all you'd see.
    You'd think I was seeking attention
    Asking for my case to be followed like a child
    Whose knee is scraped and ego is bruised
    You'd humor me with your pretense of concern,
    Shaming me with your disbelief.

  • January 27, 2018 12:11 AM | Emily Fell (Administrator)

    Danielle Baird, LSWAIC

    You leaned in to peer at my wound, and I pulled back, worried
    You might see the split in flesh--
    tiny gash, opened fresh to reveal blood and bone.
    You'd discover the pathway that is lined with scars
    And follow it like a clot
    Past broken bones, and narrowing arteries
    All the way to my tired pumping heart,
    Killing me with your kindness.

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