Scars

Beneath the soft fibers

Of the worn,

Torn hoodie he wears,

Lies broken skin

Torn beyond repair.

 

He hides them

Self-conscious of subtle differences

Of constellations I trace on his back,

Imagined and strange,

Across each bump and divot

 

Red scars�"

Bright and fierce as the pin pricked night sky

Mesmeric, bared to me

Gravel ridden rind

Reviews

[Duckey]

Well written, and tells a important and very real feeling story. We done, keep it up