wound

the layers disappear

on the pavement

of her soul

seconds go by and precious

life spills on leaving

opportunities and choices

there is little time in each quandary

before the bell rings and the

arrow picks a destination

sweet and bitter most of

all

through the soil

are the roots

and as they reach

the point of end

the layers are

healed

but she is not the same

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