111: time seals all wounds

i cut myself again today
but,
y'know,
it wasn't on purpose.

yes, i suppose did cut myself again today and
no, i did not do it on purpose -- that's preposterous!

i think it must've been
the fumbling with
the sharp knife
 -- too big
my soapy hands
 -- too clumsy
the soft fruit
 -- too slippery
my scattered mind
 -- too absent.

i guess you could say it was just
"an accident waiting to happen"
as i've been informed time and time again;
almost inevitable
far from unpredictable
considering
my track record
of kissing away wounds from scars
or concealing scars from wounds
(it's always a bit of a
blur/stretch/wonder
which comes first)

but really, it's nothing to shout about.
because even though it stings
the bleeding will stop.

it'll heal.
it will.
i always does.
at least on the outside.

so,
y'know,
relax.