Scapular Burning

What are we but relics

of time gone by


Where painful encounters

stay undenied


The wounds may scar over

but never heal


As memory is martyred

its blood congealed


New skin tries to cover

what sutures can’t hide


Each moment recovered

a falsehood decried


With strength built on pillars

of fortunes disdain


From deep in the shadows

—our essence remains


(Dreamsleep: January, 2023)

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