This is a neat concept. And I say this to a lot of people, but I wish I'd gotten to this subject matter first, because it's really a clever idea for a poem... the difference between a bruise and a cut, the hidden barely-visible minor pain as opposed to the noticable, bleeding, more serious pain of an open wound. The bruises add up, it seems, and wreck more than the spilling of blood would.
Not bad at all, Wind... I can see what Raph is talking about when he says you have potential.
Faith is a fine invention
When gentlemen can see
But microscopes are prudent
In an emergency.