Hurt Locker

It smarts.

It reeks.

The quiet within the storm

howling louder and louder,

until the rain pours out and

drenches and overflows and

overwhelms.

Pain comes from the unexpected,

as layers are peeled back

and the truth lays bare.

As bare as the smacks trailing on

an open back filled with sores and scabs.

It smarts.

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