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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