A tree scab
A reminder of the past
A swollen wound steadily healing.
The amputation below the collar
Slumping squalor
Bleeding sap
Exposes the flesh
And is nature’s mauler
Ancient scars and the raw callus
Are sealing
Until revealing
A course knob smaller
To replace the limb
healing.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
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