Wounds

A little torn from the heel.
A tiny little gash.
Trickling blood.
Red hue.
From a thorn, from a twig abandoned from the plant.
Dried and withered.
Hurt me and I laughed.
Because it was a thorn.
From a twig abandoned from the plant.
Dried and withered.
Just like me.
I laughed some more.
Lifelike.