ZipperMature

 

You are a healer.

You fix and you sow.

Make it all better;

It’s all that you know.

 

And I watch and think,

That this is so unjust.

I was never taught

Not to play with rust.

 

As I see the stitches

All healing intertwined,

Suddenly I realise,

I shouldn’t be so kind.

 

It’s just a little zipper,

All too easy to pull.

If I were to rip it open,

I could sort this muddle.

 

The End

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