Scar
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.
Violet Hatch
Bindweed Magazine 