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Nowhere to hide from the bloodand tears on the pillow,
left from a night
of fetishes
and sweaty lovers.
The razor, cleaned
still on the desk
under her dorm room bed.
No one sees the cuts he made;
she goes to class and no one knows.
His scar will continue to be a wound,
opening every time
a new person touches her heart.
His mark,
a perpetual claim over her body.
She can't freely love again
because his touch
is too remembered by her skin.
A small, off colored line can be seen
if she wears a low cut shirt,
but none
except a lover, maybe
a doctor examining her breast,
and the girl.
The incision made,
careful so that she
would feel no bodily harm.
There was no thought
to emotional baggage.
Wishing for release
maybe she feels need
for a new little line,
this one could follow
the blue vain of her arm.
Then she would never
see the scar again.








