Time Heals
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Can you feel it?
Those minute movements
under the skin of your chest?
Every tick of the clock
becomes a suture,
tying together
the shattered remains of the
past.
Sealed with foreward
movement of the minutes.
Hours and hours
will pass to tuck away
the grim reminders
of hurt.
But it will only take
a small knife,
a picture,
a razor,
a whispered reminder
that stiches rarely hold
over a fast beating
heart.