Scars;

Scars;
An image I delicately printed onto my skin,
raises above the surface like a mountain,
red as if lava had stained,
itchy as if a thousand ants are crawling all over.
A tattoo I had made with a blade,
now forever permanent,
forever scared.
A piece of me I so desperately want to rip away,
A piece of me that will forever stay.

-hannah

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