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.