No no no

I don't have many physical scars

But the memory is engrained in my sister's brain

Like a scar like a star that 

"ruins the pretty little arms of inky blackness"

my sister never asked

my mom never noticed.

Reviews

[Tommy]

Your metaphysical style works great with this piece; more in the usage of metaphors relating to thing so dissimilar, but the tone used makes it fit well. Scars shone through words, they never asked, but I wonder if they would believe what they read. I think this could be the start to something bigger, but that’s just me…

Great Write!
RLG,
Tommy

P.S. You don’t have to read me if you don’t want; I read your work because I like it…

[Angela]

Umph. I feel like I've been sucker punched. Nice, tight write.