~scars~
my skin is painted
stained
metallic echoes of other blood
cover your scars and mask your bruise
see!
other eyes drill and turn away
but
you carve your cuts and unmask your bruise
and claim it as your pride
no sane man covers his scars
it proves they have survived
YOU ARE READING
RUST
Poetrywhen you hold the moon in one palm and the earth in the other, that's when you know you've won xXxXxXx If words are the anchors, this book is my lifeline. Just a book of poems.
