Water
Without water
All my bruises would never meet age and summon scab fora scaffolding
Morph flesh into dam, cause when skin is open
Blood seeks chance to be water to
Flow as well as oceans wave
10 year old me, waving my hand
Attempting to catch some wind that would wish this paper cut sting away
Me
Currently water
Crafting a current
so I don’t flow out myself
Simply
The aftermath of water is growth
Other words, water
My wounds, kisses by faucets and then mother
Her too, coated with water
Birthed me a scar, birthed me through scar
Birthed me purified
Body of water
Too water to be ocean
Though still run deep
Come in waves
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