It was a deep wound
But no one could see
It should have been a fatal wound
But no one knew it was there (but me)
The wound dug down
It opened Older deep ones
Wounds that had festered
For too long
Old wounds, full of poison
They has spread their
Invisible fingers to all wounds
Infected every part of me
I couldn’t see any of it
This deep wound (the recent)
Hit the festering one
Reverberating to all the old wounds
Even the tiny ones (by the thousands)
The shockwaves shattered me
A million million broken pieces
Yet the exterior presented as whole
Numb blankness staring at
All of these gorgeous shards
For me to place the pieces
Back together as I see fit
Years and years of internal
Reshaping, gold gluing, molding, epoxy
And fissures still reared their heads
Gears tightened, light fusing
Everything finally feels
Locked in place.
~Zelpha Frost, December Eve 2024