“Scarred”
By Ashley O’Hare
Those scars on your arm-
I’ve seen them before.
You wore your heart
on your sleeve,
only to have it ripped off
and clawed apart.
I remember when it happened
to me.
Years later,
it feels as fresh as rain.
Nothing dares
to touch the pain.
With any luck
your body heals faster than mine
and the remedies work
in half the time.
I wouldn’t wish this prolonged ache
on anyone’s innocent mistake.
ashleyohare 