How peculiar it is that the process of
healing has this much potential to hurt
us and that that potential coincides so
nicely with the amount that we give a damn—
fractured open that smooth perfect casing,
made ourselves soft with the expectation
that our special he or special she would
instinctively go in with their scalpels
and prudently operate us to health.
There’s no taking it back when
you’re lying on the asphalt, exposed—
flesh and guts, treasures and secrets.
Yes, it’s much easier to operate on the
malady when the skin is taken out of away.
But now, the words would be far more
painful than they would’ve been otherwise.
But now, without the interference of our
armors, the thoughtless jabs can take a
direct path to the vitals.
But now, before we know it, we just may
be left with our jaws clenched and knuckles
white, grasping to hold together our once
perfect casings, so leftover shreds of
Author: Nicole Wong
Editor: Yoli Ramazzina
Photo: Flickr/PHOTO VANOVA