I am laid out on the slab,
My wounds laid bare,
I’m aware of how ugly they are,
Yet I didn’t expect your reaction,
Your featherlight touch,
As you helped stitch me back together.
I am laid out on the slab,
My wounds laid bare,
I’m aware of how ugly they are,
Yet I didn’t expect your reaction,
Your featherlight touch,
As you helped stitch me back together.