Scars


Scars

 

Follow the lines

Connect the dots

Read the images
my razor has wrote

 

Can your fingertips pull a braille on my body

Bumps into letters

Letters into sentences

Sentences into stories

 

This is me

Not all of me

My body, my story

 

Cut me open
expose the scars
see them for what they are

No organs inside, no veins

Slash after slash; scars are all that remain

Marking my interior

Damaging and blind

Self-image erased and blood traces refined

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