SCARS

beneath the cold cotton button down

and the harsh heavy dark blue jeans

stretching across hipbones 

tucked away from prying eyes

and judgmental faces

flashing looks that are at once completely devoid of understanding

and full of a comprehension they can't admit to themselves

permanent

marks of tragedy etched out against porcelain flesh

the everlasting, sempiternal stains 

physical reminders of what has splattered across her psyche

biological memoirs

forever imprinted, forever scratched into skin. Scars.