Scars

Mon, 05/30/2016 - 21:16 -- macfmck

Their coarse edges will never flutter

like my nomadic mind—

 

the wayfarer

that renders me claustrophobic

 

in my bumpy skin, stained by plateaus

spotting my forearms

 

like silky cocoons

that are now empty husks.

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