Scars
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Hard scars called love express tectonic plates
Beneath the surface of the heart that move
In pain. These scars well up between the straits
Of agony imposed as countermove
To Mills and Boon stupidities for sale
At trashy supersaver stores, their tills.
The stiffened tissue cicatrices pale
But do not disappear. Their poison spills
Away through arteries inside the chest.
The ribcage might attempt to hold scars’ fumes
Away from unharmed tender tissues pressed
Against those scars like corpses in life’s tombs.
Be brave. Come finger hardened portions of
Hearts’ veins. Come learn the truth about lost love.
~ Phillip Whidden