Chasing Scars 


I opened her drawer,

Stuffed with red lipsticks and mascaras.

What was she trying to hide? 

A scar or a birthmark! 

A shooting star is still falling, 

A glitter that fades away, 

Burning itself gloriously.

So I locked the drawer, 

Locked her room, 

And brought her home, 

To pain and struggle. 

@Emily Parker 


Posted on

October 4, 2021

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