Fracture
A jagged point
Lodged in deep,
A split in skin.
Blood flowers.
This historic bruise
Buries in deep,
Seeking to fester.
Pain spirals out.
A wound to remind
Of broken hearts,
Their spiky roots
Winding into you.
Fires fan flames,
Chasing justice.
Ashes lost voices
As sirens wail.
Copyright Vickie Johnstone, May 31, 2020
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Freckle
It is but a freckle,
A small brown spot.
It’s here to stay, though
You see it as a blight
Ruining this vista,
This clear, empty plain.
But it is there by design
To highlight, to differ,
To offer a uniqueness
In contrast to the other.
It is but a small echo
Of difference.
Copyright Vickie Johnstone May 30, 2020
