Flesh Wounds

Retractable statements stinging like flesh wounds from papercuts;
Slight but mighty
With enough force to bring a grown man
To suck on his own finger as if
He were still a child of 5.
Metallic shards of maroon
Rushing like snails on a summer night,
Sticky like Choco Tacos,
Leaving your hands covered in sugary messes
Bless their vanilla hearts.
Throbbing words of wisdom strewn about,
Piling up on floors and window panes
To show you they can still convince you that you're small
In the scheme of things.
They're right you know.
You are small.
You're small but you've got a heart the size of a poppy field
And a brain to match.
Don't let words poison you; don't let them change you,
Sister.
Keep your head up.

-LKS 7/31/12