racing stripes

i’ve got racing stripes

              war paint

              scars 

                       painted on my body.

 

they don’t wipe away 

they don’t bleach out 

they don’t spell out my 

                                      name.

                                      poetry begs to be written on them.. 

                             music begs to make them beautiful.. 

 

but all i want to do is to bury them. bury them further and further under my skin until an x-ray machine couldn’t even detect them. i don’t want to see them ever again. just let me get rid of these scars.

Comments

AtigeMontana1

This poem makes me think that this person is trying to get rid of their past because it bothers them so much.

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