Scab

• Tara Gray, Grade 11
• Poetry
• 2009

Nail me to the floor with your words;
my tears will pierce through the pine.
Hammer into me your accusations;
your arsenic speech a straight line.
You know just how to fracture me;
how to cut straight down to bone.
The acidic words you use are the key;
my heart their comfortable home.

But you’ll be who disintegrates;
as my spirit’s now built of steel.
The shield’s now up to protect me;
so inside, the wounds can heal.
The numbness that has grown inside;
to you, might not seem clear.
But things just seem so much better;
now that you’re no longer here.