Old Testaments

Like the words spoken before. My skin is scripture.

Scars...they are all I am

Reflections of every facet of my life. Stories of my past....scars. Fears of my future......scars. My body is scars. My worth is scars. Who I am is answered by the scars on my skin.

Who will find love in this frail flesh? How can joy be created by flesh so tainted it can be braille for the blind? A massacre of self loathing etched into skin like biblical testaments.

The answer is no one. It is and forever will be. Rage and aggression written on skin and shouted to the sky. Desperation personified seeking an end.

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.....where is the end.