The Scar

Flawless. That’s what you were.

Second to no one, in my eyes.

Envied by those who had less fortune.

Those who were blemished.

Those less than perfect.

You seemed to be free.

You appeared to be superior.

You were unstained.

You were ideal.

And then I seen the scar.

I felt it. And then I realized.

Raised and stretched.

Birthed from pain.

It bore hurt.

It had the breath of fire.

It stung.

Stung to the depths.

No one ever asked.

No one assumed.

You never told.

Until you told.

Then I felt the sting.

I was your burn.

I was your scar.

I writhed.

Does the scar heal?

Will it renew?

Will it breathe life?

I believe.


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I am Rachel. I have a skewed sense of reality and I like to live through my imagination. Unfortuntely, that has taken me down some rocky roads and I am here to share some snippets of what happens when a girl has a mind of her own.

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