The Hidden Wound

Piercing my heart
Your hand reached in
It took back all the love you ever gave me
Believing I was dead
The doves patched my wounds with flowers and beauty
Years later I believed I had healed
It wasn't until he left
That I realized that the doves who patched my wounds
Were scarecrows that stabbed at my wounds
Filling them with dead meat

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