Scars 1 Poem by Marissa Ford

Scars 1



Arm so scared
each one has a memory
no one knows them but you
make more before bed
the heat of the redness spills on your bed
you say your fine
just like the rest
they push you away
your left with nothing
sit down make more scars

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Marissa Ford

Marissa Ford

Sioux Falls, SD
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