Scars

In the city
scars fall upon us without warning
through debilitating accidents
acrimonious attacks
and love

And to feel better in the morning
we are reborn
through self-hate
and an impossible escape
to another love

Left screaming at the gods for inventing pain
we continue sharpening our blades
and blaming ourselves
and that love

But I believe we are blessed with the inner reflexes for initiation
to gain scars

I believe our humanity asks us to be torn
and shattered and graced with razors...

The brain is a muscle and muscles must be damaged to grow strong

"that which does not kill me..."

we’ve known that old adage for so long

so scar
but rip your wound so open so wide
you walk as if inside out
so your heart sits on top of your ribcage proud
and is no longer just worn on one of your sleeves
every now
and then kid me with your kidneys
become known as a liver
wear your guts like a scarf
so you’re never known to shiver
deliver your soul
so you don’t need to speak it
you just draw diagrams with your diaphragm and lungs
so your stance handsomely lands upon the tips
of their tongues

Scar
get your guilt amputated
precious pretences surgically removed
jealousies scalped
so your intestine’s true intentions shine and protrude

Prove your intelligence with your skeleton
a bone through the nose
so they know that what you know
lives in your bones and it shows
use your own skin to make a drum to beat
your hair the strings on mandolins to make it strum and sing of your
Scar until you’re covered in scratches
until the scratches get so dense you’re covered in patterns
then scratch at the patterns until there’s no space in between
until you’re so covered in scars that it looks
like you’re clean

Then scar your pages with your stationery
but don’t you dare stay stationary
move
leave track marks on every page you choose to lay your
scars