The words are still too soothing.
Anointing my heart.
Still too raw.
Stinging from salt.
"Time heals all wounds."
There I go again
wishing time away.
It's my curse.
I'll save them though,
for a sunny day.
A day when I can look
at the scar and not bleed.
Filling time tomorrow
so I can cover my wound
from the BandAid I ripped off.
