Tale about the hurt

„Did it hurt?“, the witch asked the one with the most terrifying mask on, as she mended wounds the world had never seen.

„Did it hurt
when we touched
or was it just the thought
that I might
hide my claws?

Did it hurt
when we kissed
or was it just the thought
that I might
hide my teeth?

Did it hurt
when we laughed
or was it just the thought
that I might
hide my tears?

Did it hurt
when I loved you
with all of my heart
or was it just the thought
that it was
soaked in blood?

Did it hurt
when I asked
how you were
or was it just the thought
of how bad
it once was?

How do I stop the hurt and the thoughts?“

Despite the depths he had traveled as well the mask he wore, he did not know a response.
Blood was dried, and wounds were wrapped up, but pain ached on somewhere inside.