The Leper

open sores
hidden beneath thick clothes
blood running warm
dark and red
from each new wound
and all are “new”
for none have
will ever heal

you clean these wounds
allow the healing to begin
my disease may have a cure
named Mia
yet nursemaid/healer
turns to killer
in a blink of a sad weary eye

rip open these sores
poor salt upon them
the pain is not that great

remission over
disease progresses
i am now gone
nothing but a sore
a deep ugly wound
with a little body hidden
somewhere under it all