Saturday 28 December 2013

Scar



 

One.  

The razor teases my skin.

Two.  

Clenched fist, blade edge down.

Three. 

I move, through skin, flesh.

Four.  

Blood seeps.

Five. 

I cut, slice, score, affect.

Six.  

Relax and start again.

 

This scar is for Julie.

This scar is for Sue.

This scar is for Sandra.

This scar is for Maria.

This scar is for Karen.

This scar is for Lynn.

These scars for my selfishness.

 

My engravings.

My disfigurements.

My incisions healed

(but mentally scarred?)

 

My pockmarks.

My mutilation.

My self harm.
 
My business!




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