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Sam Glaspy
The scars on my knees are gone.
I noticed that today.
Who am I?
I don't have a past anymore.
The morning rain spits on the concrete floor
Leaving the floor slippery
Left so slippery , I fell
While reaching for raindrops , I fell
The ground distanced itself from my feet
Gravity forces my head down
I Kiss the rain , grit and dirt
My nose giving into the pressure
Handing its blood to who broke it
No further fight needed to hand it over
By the afternoon
I had wrapped my knee in a plaster with
A blue butterfly bow .
A painful present to be unwrapped later
Even though it's the afternoon
I'm still in the floor