8th January - The Scars I can still fell the ridges, now a darker shade of pink etched into pure skin, a thousand words forever telling their story, forever locked in pain, forever a reminder. Some deep, some faint, their journey delicate at first, occasional footsteps barely visible, until despair took over, turned them into giant leaps, gave them a silent voice of tears in blood. Now they travel with me, from the inside to the out, a sideways glance churns away, and sends me right back to that place, right back to that time, and a demon inside disturbs, a demon inside awakens. From my second self-published book 'this heat, it's hell closing in on me'.
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