Scars.

A letter written in flesh, sealed with a kiss of pain.

A stolen piece of a soul, a history etched into my skin.


A troubled past?


A triumphant survival?


A burning reminder, an ugly memory.

A bleeding parable, a fiery fable.


An ancient rival?


A continuing arrival?


A train-track in the skin, the destination within.

A mark of revenge, a dish served cold.


A soul on hold?

A heart forever cold?


These stories remain until you grow old.


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