Take the salt off your eyes. Crisp costumes. On open wounds. Like the burn of fresh iodine. In healing is where the pain is. Not the cut. Nor the bite.
Batman wore a mask for this reason precisely. Even the hero winces. When his wounds are cleaned. Boy wonder he said. Take the puzzle to your room. I have so many jokers to fight. And watchmen to convene. I hate superman for having died.
But the clown on the wall still smiles. Its pasty grin. The witch in the corner with her pointed hat. While the ninja poises for battle.
I could right the wounds. Sew up the skin. But then you'd never learn. How close to skeleton every hero is.
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