Beautiful Scar
Looking
at my hands in uselessness
On this
precipice in infinite alone
Surrounded by
intimate suffering
One is
always lost when you have no home
The
swirling despair mumbles to me madness
While
clutching this leaking boil on my chest
Feeling
its tautness beneath my numb fingers
My face betrays the simmer of stubbornness
The rusty tear of mistakes on my flesh lingers
However, I will not let go of the people
My face betrays the simmer of stubbornness
The rusty tear of mistakes on my flesh lingers
However, I will not let go of the people
Hunger
dribbles from my rotting wound
Pus so viscous, that it won't even flow
Pus so viscous, that it won't even flow
Infecting
my skin with its putridity
Is this
anguish my power, disease, or death?
My tongue
swells leaving me no words to speak
As I hold
the hot lance glowing in my caress
My flesh
burns acrid like jealousy
In
contemplation, whether I have the strength
Perhaps,
I will stab too deep into my heart
Killing
my treasured memories, killing me
Or too
superficial, leaving my optimism forever fallow
Maybe, I
will heal and be left with a beautiful scar
It’s
raised shape so comforting under my touch
Always
and forever with me as something physically real
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