and it hurt
The sky was gray
my jeans were torn
The best of my jackets bloodied
from the blow
My heart was throbbing
Like my knee
That time I skinned it at Grandma's
when I was 10
Only it didn't stop bleeding
It leaked and poured
until I was sure nothing remained
An empty sack lying limply on my sleeve
Deflated by memories
and pumping milliliters every hour
Enough only to sustain my life
As if to remind me
That every body is a palace
And exposed to the elements
Is no place for keeping the crown jewel
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