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fire in the sky

A festering wound
that never heals.
Not even a scar
will form to hide
the damage.

Constantly washing it
with anaesthetic
in a futile effort
to numb the pain.

One tiny prod
an agonising ache
ripples over
and through flesh.

Wave after wave.

Leeches to drain
a fresh
free-flowing bleed
would be welcome relief.