care

I come  wakeful. Pain brings me consciousness.
Down the white hall. In the  white
room,from the glare of a tall pale window.

Your eyes gleaming for me.
I dont know those eyes.  Ive never seen but these
mirrors ...are they ever two way?

And your hand  pressed to my side.
You say it  will be alright. You say it wont hurt as
you pull  the tape  that holds me in lieu of arms.

Im  undone. You  had to see, my seams and
my teddy bear stuffing  torn out.

You  lift the padding, soaked deeply like pink stained clouds at sunset.
Exposed to the air and cold  sun..burns clean and sear. To be infection free.

Under your fingers my  wound weeps gasoline ,you say it wont hurt through your teeth. In throws Ill paint a beautiful picture with these flamable hues.

Lashes like  black scimitars with sheaths of salt crystal,
press tightly. I see imploding stars on a field of fresh snow
,but I dont tell you.. you might...stop touching me.

You say  it seems like nothings broken, nothings broken.
Ill mend.