scars

we all have scars that mark the old wounds that never really healed, festering beneath the skin that grew back over where it was punctured; like infection in the bone. sometimes they burst open. rupture and release blood plasma that oozes and runs. and you sit still and try to stop the flow, saying please God make it stop, but it doesn't stop. you press towels and tissue, trying to absorb and wipe up the pus and blood making a horrible mess.

eventually, your heart rate slows down. eventually the blood clots and you think you're fine but you don't know if it's just for now and you wonder if all your blood might just burst out of your skin from all the old scars and wounds you've collected.