Scabs

With one message,

You’ve ripped open the scabs that have taken ten months to form.

And that’s not fair.

My mind keeps swirling, thinking about the

Red flags I mistook for butterflies.

There’s so much I want to say to you,

But you don’t deserve to hear my words.

In some twisted way, though, I should thank you

For breaking my heart.

Maybe the scabs were holding me back,

And for me to truly break free,

I needed to shed myself from the past 

Completely so that I could transform. 

Now? Now

I am

Strong. Beautiful. Dangerous. 

Prey, tell me,

Where’s my sword?

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Originally penned August 8, 2020.