It doesn’t stab through lonely bones
or bite at freckled wrists.
— The corpse of a memory
that I have
Callous and benign
in a garden of blooming nerves–
Trying hard to imitate
the rosy shades
of life being felt.
it does not fit
it does not See
it is not the same
can never be—
“The Scar” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse
Artwork: The Rising Sun by Peter Campbell
2 thoughts on “The Silenced Wound”
Wonderful: “The corpse of a memory”.
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