The skin opens…
bright red sustenance pools then runs…
and with it my sadness
the unbearable weight of despair temporarily lifted.
My heart aches, regrets moisten reddened cheeks.
An accidental tourist this path was never my intent.
Rational thoughts return as I tend and redress the
random wounds of klutziness.
Shame is now added to the somber emotions of a
because I not only partook,
but I hopped that catharsis train like an
eager starving vagrant and rode it for all it was worth.
©Dani Heart 11/5/2013