Ode to a Blister

 

One day running outside

Is all that happened?

Running around in the woodchips

Cautioned me

I want to be nasty

I want to be all bloody

Dressed in clothes

Not looking good

Let me be a blister

And I guarantee

It will hurt and bleed

But it will be cool to see

Yes, I’ll risk a bruise

Just let me be a blister

Bothering people all the time

Impossible to get out

While I’m still hurting

Just hurting a little more

Forget the tweezers

I look back and feeling pain

And turn me to a scab

Go on.

I’m half bruised already