The words bleed through the page like open wounds
sewn shut with scratch-marks,
dried into imitations of themselves.
I had to gouge the falseness
from the spaces between each letter
so when I wound a thick gauze
around my wounded words
they would heal.
At DVerse, the prompt today is to write a Quadrille: a poem of exactly 44 words, not including the title, that includes today’s prompt word, “wound” in the body of the poem. We can use the word “wound” or a form of the word – not a synonym for the word.