I feel my way along this patchwork pathway that once paved its way onto my skin.
I do not remember the way. This is unfamiliar.
It will fade they said. I knew it wouldn’t.
A crack in my reality.
A constant reminder .A memory forged in flesh.
A reminder of the river of blood,
Trickling down like a cool serpents tongue.
Part of me was lost that day, but something else was gained.
The past is far behind me but, of course, the scar remained.