Gangrene
I am bruised
on the inside
internal cuts run so deep
they almost show on my skin.
My edges aren’t rounded
but jagged and sharp from the pain
and I forget sometimes
that the inside is so raw.
I forget inside I’m
just another battle scar
perpetually trying to heal
but festering instead.
My soul is
gangrenous
My heart is
decayed.
Forgetting’s not the problem
remembering is.
