you are scars sculptured onto my soul black ink memory etched into my skin silver bullets shot from a high–powered rifle penetrating my flesh embedding
Tag: Scars
Unpacking (reimagined)
the past sits in front of me an old, battered trunk that I drag reluctantly with me from place to place I keep it in the
Unpacking (reimagined)
The past sits in front of me in an old, battered trunk that I have dragged around these many years I rarely take it out of
Silver Bullets
you are scars sculptured onto my soul black ink memory etched into my skin silver bullets shot from a high–powered rifle penetrating my flesh embedding
Unpacking (reimagined)
The past sits in front of me in an old, battered trunk that I have dragged around these many years I rarely take it out of
Silver Bullets
you are scars sculptured onto my soul black ink memory etched into my skin silver bullets shot from a high –powered rifle penetrating my flesh
Unpacking (Revisited)
The past sits in front of me in an old, battered trunk that I have dragged around these many years I rarely take it out of
Unpacking
The past sits in front of me In the old, battered trunk That I carried it in these many years I rarely take this trunk
Scars
Some of her scars were public The small lines on her knuckles From the sharp wooden siding Of the exterior garage walls Of the house
