Sunday, November 18, 2012


I could carve them in
Sections of my form made canvis
The curves of my arms made jagged
Muscles on my legs defined
My chest clawed with parallel lines
I would have to hide them
Each detail masked
Errors filled with ointments
The passage of time editing my work
Concerned looks garnering unwanted questions
I would see them as a marker
The lines and edeges marking a moment in time
Mistakes and moments segmented from my flesh
Penance overflowing from the admittions to the ground
They will heal
and I would wear them as reminder of myself.

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