Like it Never Happened

I love watching,

The body heal.

Small cuts on hands

Growing less

Painful. Getting itchy. Until

It’s like red ridges

Have always been running

Across my knuckles;

A tiny mountain range.

Even that recedes

Quietly, Into the fabric of my skin.

Or the abrasions I get

From chewing on my cheeks

Hurting and hurting for days, and then,

I forget they were there at all..

I love,

Forgetting. I love knowing

These small pains cease.

It helps me believe

In other things.