Scarred Artist

It felt like a scrape on your knee,

After a sick fall on a gravel road,

Bleeding,

With whitish dead skin,

Peeled back to reveal,

Gravel stuck,

Like the blood is glue.

The sticky torn skin,

And the chunky coagulated blood,

Look like peanut butter and jelly.

And the bruising,

Purple and red,

Like a car crash.

Yes.

It felt like a scrape on your knee.

Not the greatest gash you could get,

But certainly real pain.