Chapter 24 of 30

Words, and healing.

The Poetry She Wrote. ✔35 words~1 min read

All those comforting words,

They wrap themselves around my skin,

Like to thick velvety blanket,

Soft to touch,

Comforting.

And I heal slowly with each one,

Abit more with the next.

Slowly somehow,

I'm healing.

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