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“Scars” A scar is not skin hungry for touch. It is memory sewn shut, a fault line where the earth once split open, still humming with the quake no one else can hear. #poetry

A scar is not skin hungry for touch. It is memory sewn shut, a fault line where the earth once split open, still humming with the quake no one else can hear. Their kindness is a blade turned sideways ignorant, well-meaning, but sharp enough to drag me back to the bed where pain first carved its signature. I do not want sweetness smeared across the site of ruin. I want silence, space, the dignity of leaving the wound to be nothing more than history. Yet each kiss mistaken for comfort is a hand pushing me backwards, down the trail of terror and breaking, where my body learned how easily love and violence blur into the same gesture.

aug 25, 2025, 5:06 pm • 19 5

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The pause in this — the moment where healing can happen. Evocative imagery, especially love the analogies to fault lines and seismic events. Beautifully written!

aug 26, 2025, 12:55 pm • 1 0 • view

Such a strong poem that evokes emotions. Bettie, this is bloody good writing.

aug 26, 2025, 2:53 am • 1 0 • view

Oh my, that is wonderful 😍👏

aug 25, 2025, 5:14 pm • 1 0 • view