SCAR

abuse, memories

SCAR

On her right forearm she carries a scar,

Symbol of the comet and the fiery stars.

Found at the crossroads, a scar on the map,

Didn’t realize that her need was a trap.

Mindlessly she picks…she knows how to pick ’em.

When memory takes over does she ever think of him?

Remember the nights aglow with their fire

Caught up in the rapture, driven by desire.

Now she’s burning bridges to keep herself warm

Taking full advantage of her nubile form

To get from men what she thinks she needs

And, despite what you’ve heard, she needs,

She bleeds from the scar that she feverishly picks…

Look long if you can she’ll be gone in a quick.

So, when she scratches her scar does she think of him?

Feel a pain in her heart or laugh with a grin?

The scar that burns in her soul like a star…

When words attack they, too, can leave a scar.

 

 

Reviews

[CBH]

Ahh I love the symbol of a scar as an emotional wound! It's so classic, but you twisted it but making the reader question whether or not it is actually tangible. Beautifully written!

[Josie E. Cook M. A.]

I love the relation to the title and the metaphors weaved into this one.
The ending seemed a bit out of place with the rest..."So, when she scratches her scar does she think of him?
Feel a pain in her heart or laugh with a grin?
The scar that burns in her soul like a star…
When words attack they, too, can leave a scar.
"Look long if you can she’ll be gone in a quick."--I like this line as the ending.--just a thought.
Thanks for sharing!