Knifed

By: Brianna Lee Hubler

Copyright © 2022 Brianna Lee Hubler. All rights reserved.

The flesh wound wasn’t deep
I am not cut, but I bleed
Not in a pool beneath the skin
Blue and black and bruised

But tunneled further in
Where white and red
Make their bed
And travel on through

The house was broken into
And the thief left not a cent
For me to buy a lock
So I walled up the door
With fresh cement
	
To my own detriment
For I still bleed
But I cannot bleed out
The sorrows of betrayal

I am called stonehearted
But I am gilded with the stone
Within I am mortally wounded
Will my healer bring a chisel?
Or will I drown in red?