These scars
Now ugly,
branded
With the disgusting words
Of middle aged men
At pawn shops
With breath like cigarettes
These scars
That started off as pearls
And grew into lurching slugs
Dragging themselves
Across the perimeter
Of my
Skin
- a homage to kiss of broken glass by Madeline Kuderik
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PoetryNo more hiding. My name is not Alex, or Leila, or Stevie. I'm Stephanie and I haven't had everything great, though some things definitely are. Though, my poetry only reveals itself in heartache, so these are mostly sad. I hope you learn more about m...
