scrapes

They show, they tell.
They heal, but are split open again.
And the edges of fresh skin
ebb and flow, the gap closing
now growing, a recurring feat of
blood loss. Small enough for everyone who sees it
to say "ouch" or "yikes" or "eeeh"
but not so bad that they use an
"o my gods" or a "jesus!"

And they heal a funny way.
Like they are patchwork under our skin.
Never really the same as what was there before.
the skin forming a certain mark
Never really forgotten.
the incident occuring may not being remembered
but the visible growth still evident to this day.