The pain you've inflicted, Scars trail in your wake. All that remains, are tiny little pieces. That don't fit together No matter which way arranged. I can't think, I can't breathe. I'm suffocating, I can't escape. This endless war Of you against me. This downward spiral, I want to break free. I'm caught up in … Continue reading Every part of me.
I participated in my second writing workshop in Toronto today, and one of the writing prompts was taken from an excerpt about the appearance of scars. I had ten minutes on the timer, and this is what I wrote... My Scars Twisted, gnarled, hideous. I hear their whispers. They hiss and spit as they pass … Continue reading My Scars,