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People look and they stare
what is it they see there?
The wound sutured and closed
A scar keloid has rose like a flower
from beneath the soil
People stare but they don’t ask
They know there was pain in the past
That I try to cover and hide
Like a tattoo during a job interview
A long shiny lump of a hump like a bump
In the road from healing it arose
The scar that caused so much pain inside
Hideous yet so beautifully silky smooth
Unique from a wound so deep
The escchara meaning fireplace in Geek
A scar with a voice that speaks
From deep beneath the skin it peeks
A place where fire once burned
A scar formed from a lesson learned
I recall the agony and the pain
Inflicted by a person so insane
The blood gushing form the vein
The love lost from the blood loss
The smooth unique sign of closure
Of skin severed by injury
A punctured laceration imbedded deep
Often itchy and painful but remindful
Erasing the hair follicles where hair once grew
So beautiful and new
The eschara the fireplace
Where fire once burned
A cascade of healing in its
Inflammatory, maturation stage
A permanent mark from deep within
Replacing normal skin a sign of a violent rage
The story is there but to ask they don’t dare
They just look and they stare
