Scarred


Battered and bruised

Angry marks

Wasn’t I scarred enough at the beginning?

Why can’t the perfect encounter flaws?

Spreading the wealth for once;

A democratic approach to pain

 

Snarls of deep scar tissue

Run so deep, have lost feeling

It must be the surrounding tissue I feel, then,

Pulses of agony lighting on each nerve ending,

Lighting and flitting from perch to perch

Each landing a kiss of seismic misery

 

And yet…

The agony is better than the numbness

The deep, twisting ropes more like stone than flesh

Death

At least the pain means life

A stalk springing forth from the soil

A signifier of nourishment and growth beneath the surface.

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