My Poems

Poem: Scar

 

 

 

SCAR

Scar

She’d forgotten you were there,
tucked between vertebrae T-8 and T-9

the memory of you brought to mind
by her lover’s inquisitive touch.

He traced your circumference
near-perfect circle
barely the size of a nickel

branded into her back
by a man who would not
understand

NO!
really did mean
NO!

as he grated her body
against the carpet.

What’s this scar from?
her lover asks.

I forget, she says

spoons his body
imagines her cremation –

imagines your edges
curling in on themselves
like flaming parchment.

Photo by Dmitriy Ilkevich on Unsplash

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