tracing my scars in the mirror
like a constellation in the night sky,
closing my eyes and knowing which ones
can be seen and which ones can only
be heard by me, in silent screams;
dancing my fingertips against the stars
that have long since died
along with their burns and flames
and my crimson has been washed away,
but I can still see their light,
stars against skies,
scars against skin,
so many perspectives
and lives to live in
the first line was from a poem I wrote a long time ago for a short poem contest, and I decided to expand on it.
hope you like it:)
love,
mari
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