I Have...

I Have

I have scars on my body.

I have scars on my legs (up and down), I have scars between and under my breast

I have scars on my face, I have scars on my itty feet.

You point out the vague scars that I bury with concealer, those little pits I hide with insecurities

Yet you have not noticed the pink glistening slashes that lay on my tight porcelain skin.

Even as your finger tips trace up my legs, across those scars, then rest upon my inner thigh. You lack noticing the simple change in texture of the skin on my legs.

You do not seem to mind the disk that sits right between my breasts.

How do you fail to see these sealed holes as your face is pressed between my tits and your tongue slides across the scars.

Author's Note

NOT FINISHED

Thank you
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Trinity