Poetry Today · Uncategorized

Her Scars

Her scars
Blood red
Memories pooled
Deep inside her soul
She watched in pain
The embers of fire
Never healed
Puncture wounds
Opening over and over
And again she searched
For the sourced
The Sanguine Ink
The only remedy
That can restore
And still the fire within


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