Broken

Gaping wounds.
Those cuts that show the mangled insides.
That layers of thin vulnerability join to guard.
Ugly.
Painful.
That takes an eternity to heal.
That blind spot.
The scars remain.
A reminder of what had been.
The pain never really goes.
Only the mind numbs the hurt.
The heart wraps it and puts it somewhere deep.
Till an innocent little scratch tugs open the surface.
Out spills the rotten stink.
Time seldom mends what is broken.
Cuts don't heal.