scars on scars on scarsMature

I am a series of ill-appreciated tattoos
and sewn-up wounds that haunt my skin
like old murders, never leaving long enough
for me to really heal.

I harbor a lifetime’s worth of infringements,
tiny grievances and avoidances like freckles
on my sun-burned shoulders.  

Scars 
on scars
on scars.

The End

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