"Avoid the scars"
At that moment they open back up.
Fresh wounds once more
Occupy that space.
I do my best
To stitch your skin.
They refuse to close or clean.
Toxic craters on your flesh.
Mapping our gap.
Attempt to cover every wince.
Tears fall without consent.
Acid rain couldn't burn as badly on my arm as does your spite.
I may be blind
But I can smell your dread.
I can hear your glare.
I can taste your bitter words
Silent as your lies
Even from all the way across the scar.
It was there when I arrived
Was it not?
YOU ARE READING
Nothing I can do...
PoetryThis is the collection of poetry that I've written over several months which I will be releasing in parts.
