Thanks for the challenge, Tim! Mine’s about blood and life in its own way.
You’re every song
Choking, even in synth-string plucks
To miss you.
So I listen.
Piano sequences fester
Feelings so open and raw
Tiny hammers don’t let scabs form.
Even scars can be split with a voice
Run through with its own wounds.
Ache is universal, this sweet
Something we can share.