Love Poem: Torn Flesh
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Written by: Leon Stacey

Torn Flesh

A body falls to its hurt.
Bones are broken in two.
Flesh is torn and separated.
The pain pierces every nerve.
The blood abound the wounds.
There are wails and tears, tears and wails.
Professional help is warranted.
A time for healing is cast.
The bones grow back together.
The flesh is whole again.
Personal therapy is endured.
Permanent scars lead to cautious steps.