Patched Hearts

🎧 Rosyln by Bon Iver, St. Vincent

Credit: Julia on Pinterest

Words are cocoons.

They nurture or break you.

The skin would thread itself together,

leaving scars of battles and wins.

Hearts would swallow them,

numb the pain,

but retain the emotion.

So he sat there for ages,

scrubbing off the ink of words,

that seemed to stick with him.

“Why?” he’d ask.

“Why does my skin burn like it’s been tattooed when there is clear skin?”

P.S. I got added as a writer for Write Under The Moon Publication. And yes, I am excited and grateful. Thank you, Claire Kelly, for creating a cosy space for writers. ❤