December 11, 2011
Just two kids
Straying from the sidewalk,
Playing in the street.
Until I got hurt,
A cut so deep.

You took my hand,
And promised it’d be okay,
But I kept crying anyway.

You tried to cover the cut,
The pain, the blood;
Without cleaning the wound.

So infection caught
And infection spread,
And slowly the pain
Bled right through.

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