Daily + Haiku 13

April arrives in a flurry of unabashed and unconcerned rain storms. I'm not quite under the weather, but I'm fighting. I'm also rotting. As much as I hate that word, there is no other way to put it. Bruises all up my shin, red marks settling in my shoulder, a long tear down my calf, scrapes galore. The palette of hurt deepens. But I heal nevertheless. The glory of the body! It's not all bad, though. I think? I don't have the time to assess what exactly it is.

 

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