Sewn Up


The room had no view,
I lay injured.
I realized something,
our bodies are self-healing

Like a crisp water, the seas
salt cauterized our wounds
a sewing machine, mending
threading back together,
woven tightly our soft skin

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Portrays how our bodies know how to heal themselves