Scars that rise with time


Gauze, which allows us
to look on the sun
without his dark eyes
singeing our dark eyes,

blemishes, pocks on
the body that rise,
lesions without cause
lifting in the night,

skin that with the flick
of a nail, flakes
off just in time for
another to rise.

The sun, blinding
in his brilliance,
the rasp and fear
of his flawed body,

his faulty mind,
lost loves and nights,
when the best choice
was the wrong choice,

when following
orders left scars
across the sky,
scars that rise with time.



A day is not done, until it's filled with words.

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