A scar
is yesterday
It doesn’t stab through lonely bones
or bite at freckled wrists.
It only
sits–
flacid.
— The corpse of a memory
that I have
forgotten.
Callous and benign
in a garden of blooming nerves–
Trying hard to imitate
the rosy shades
of life being felt.
But still-
it does not fit
Still
it does not See
that
it is not the same
and it
can never be—
“The Scar” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse
Artwork: The Rising Sun by Peter Campbell
Wonderful: “The corpse of a memory”.
Thank you 🙂