the hole in your skin
is a mistake.
do you remember falling out
and dropping down?
on the tree, iced branches
grabbing at your body.
but they were all so old,
all so slick,
clearly melting when
the sky held color.
they didn't catch you
but they had to try,
and we all tried so hard
to stop your body
we made a hole
in your skin.
your tender body
lost its color,
dripping
as we dripped
holding you.
that hole,
it's useless, isn't it?
why did you fall that day?
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