This is all I know.
The scars left behind by your attentions
will not bring me comfort when you are gone.
They will haunt me,
and cause me to question my sanity
at the time of my acquiescence.
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This is all I know.
The scars left behind by your attentions
will not bring me comfort when you are gone.
They will haunt me,
and cause me to question my sanity
at the time of my acquiescence.
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Sensuously cerebral.
Took barely a minute to hit me like a sucker punch – this reads personal, something I’ve been though and thought too much about. I hope you take it as a compliment when I say this actually hurts to read.
Perfect.
Simple, sparse, direct, provoking. I’ve been thinking about scars, too, you know.
Amazing work!
Scars. We all have them. Visable and not. We carry them. Sometimes they carry us … A burden … perhaps … a strength.
Keep writing. I’ll keep reading.