Scars

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Vintage Publishing
Memories of the past, etched into my skin

Submitted: September 27, 2018

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Permanent mark, etched into my skin,

Memory of the past, like an old photograph.

Colors fade away, can still make out the image,

Faint music in my ears, quite a familiar soundtrack.

 

Hypertrophic, way too much fucking collagen,

Like mountain peaks, raised to a higher altitude.

Stabbed with an ice pick, all over my face,

Picture below the neck, only when I send a nude.

 

Striae all over, depth and color vary with location,

Rapid expansion, the elastic stretched too thin.

Woke up one morning, voice fell several octaves,

Several inches taller, changed the whole narration.

 

The origin varies, from natural to anthropogenic,

A clear difference, even a blind man could see that.

Stitched lips about those, afflicted by the epidemic,

Sedated by medication, so now it’s no big deal.

 

No tattoos, there’s no room left on this canvas,

Fibrous tissue the artist, who's responsible for this.

An accident, or an infection to coping with the sadness,

With these scars, at least you know I’ve been through shit.

 

Permanent mark, etched into my skin,

Memory of the past, like an old photograph.

Colors fade away, can still make out the image,

Faint music in my ears, quite a familiar soundtrack.

 


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