I had to pick my hair out

Of the coagulated mess

It fused overnight

As the wound

Scabbed over

I hope you didn’t

Get trapped

Inside

But then again

Didn’t I want you to?

Didn’t I want you

Under the scab

Drowning

In the blood?

Trapped

Did you get out

While I was sleeping?

While I was

Fighting the others?

Maybe a few of you did

But

Not all

Certainly

Not all

Because

The wound

Is very deep

And the scab

Well

The scab

It is fresh

And

Only

On

The surface