Minor.

• Kiara Di Giovanni, Grade 10
• Poetry
• 2012

Does skin need to be pricked in order to bleed? Or is bleeding second nature?
What about bruises, are they simply there to stay, for all days of a month?
I’ve heard of these creatures, whom bruise only when they are touched more forcefully than usual. How does it occur, that some are even immune to the unending pressures of physical contacts.
Can you bruise from wind? What about a hurricane? If the single force of a careless action can damage flesh, then can’t the heaven’s almighty winds hurt skin?
It’s never made sense, what’s the use of covering wounds? You know of their existence. Pretending won’t heal them.
It won’t bind your skin back to its initial form.


Do hearts always break? Or do their fragile strings merely fray?
My heart was never whole. I never knew of anything other than hurting. Reading my palm, taught me that the lines signifying my heart were always irregular.
Short and detached. Their shapes had never been seen by my eyes.
Do our heartlines match? Are they like fingerprints, designed specially for each person? Or is there another, whose heartlines are also staccato?
Do our hearts beat to rhythms? Do they individually create a melody? And is there a harmony, beating in another’s heart?
For that, be a song unsung.