More than the sum of my scars
The body of the tale
One scar, two scar, three scar, four
What's another cut; another slice more?
Inside hip and outside thigh
One look in the mirror and my skin makes me cry
My breasts crease the lines of vanities knife
The first surgical change to 'improve' my life
After there onwards the scalpels flash fast,
Not the egoic reaching for a beauty long past
Rerouting and saving and trying to heal
a sad bodies' nerve endings too cut up to feel.
Donors and poisons now float in my streams
thick and angry make my leg ready to burst at the seams
One scar, two scar, three scar, four
What's another cut; another slice more?
Each mark is a call, every wound, each of the nicks
are visible sign of the bits they can fix.
About the Creator
Deb Simmonds
Creative writer. Women led stories. Crime, dark comedy, lesfic novels and short stories. Poems when the mood takes me.
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