Scars (Submitted By Mike Po)

You wanna know how I got these scars??? I got my flesh ripped until blood danced itself on the surface of my skin like a raver at 4:00am. Skin sliced deep, like the feelings of sorrow and agony, sinking to the bottom of my heart like a coal in a wood stove glowing reds oranges and yellows, cause that’s how hot its fire is, burning in the dark pits of my heart missing you. I exist in pain. Like having your heart ripped out of your chest cracking bone and veins like skinny twigs, while it’s still beating pumping all the blood and life out of itself, like my brain who sits on the bed, with tears in his eyes, asking, why does this hurt so much? Will I ever be the same?? will they miss me?? while biting the cold steel of a 45 and closing his lips around the barrel and turning everything black after a trigger is pulled and creates a thunder storms lighting bolt’s……..CLAP!!! You wanna know how I got these scars??? I used you to please me. Treated you like a queen, thinking of only you first, and how I can get close to you. Closer than blood brothers, we were always together. What a pair you and I!!!But then…. You hurt me. Took away things with no remorse or regard. Things and people who I loved the most who were the most important things in my life. You took my life away. Once already, and I wear those scars every second of every day as a painful, ugly, freakish, debilitating, memory that’s looks me in the eye and spits venom in my face to remind me how you’ve changed me forever. Like all other scars you’re forever. You may fade over time or be fresh as the second you were created,but either way you’ve staked your claim in my flesh which can only be translated by someone who sees as one thing….. Pain
You wanna know how I got these scars??? Scars equal healing. They say that no matter what happened in the past, no matter what happened to create me, I’m no longer what I used to be. I’m no longer the pulsing pain you’ve felt with every heartbeat. Think of what you went through for me to be here. The people who came in to your life because they supposed to be, hold your very soul together like sutchers the dr stitched in to your skin, to reconnect and make a bond as strong as skin graphed over an amputation, used to cover the exposed and make fiercely strong again. Strength gained and fueled like a serial killer from his first kill to his 10th perfecting his craft step by step so he can continue his sprees without being caught. Like muthafuckin PacMan eating a power pellet, I murder ghosts! But I wear my scars with pride. Cause I’m still here. Wearing these these like……..what? You wanna know how I got these scars????

3 Comment

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