it's my first ever poem where i forgot some meaning in a break halfway
i'll never tear the bandage off

the skin that was softened from its moment of rest senses the drops fall and pulses its beg for the water to stop, for the brain to command to switch off the faucet through the soldier, the hand now the brain, as a general, shuts off its mercy it must remain diligent, it must remain strong "you must learn to harden," the brain tells the skin, and silently waits 'til the message is gone.