Self Healing.

What a beautiful thing

self-healing is.


When one day

you're screaming and shrinking

from the thorns that prick and tear

your bruised skin.


And the next day

you're growing tall and spiked

with rose petals beautifully red

from the vibrant bloodshed.


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