Scars
1995
Ryle
Maxine has mentioned scars. Not mine, but that my stitches will leave one.
I don't care if it is one, or two or a hundred more dragging their marks across my body.
I wouldn't care as long as she doesn't see me differently because of them.
My profession only has caused a few of them.
And I refuse to talk about the rest, about the dark place I've once been in when my thoughts were my enemy.
Some things don't deserve to be in bright daylight, to be heard by anyone, even if it is the one person you'd least want to keep it from.
Scars tell a story, they hold memories, just like hair and water do.
And maybe – maybe – one day, I pray it is time for her to see the novel written on my skin.
Maybe.
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