Scars Poem by B.M Lewis

Breaking through flesh
is like stepping into and undisturbed snow bank.
It’s cold and pure
Undesirable beauty beyond compare
Yet out of pain, and out of anger,
You cut through it.
I can see it now,
The blade, ripping, tearing
blood welling up outsides, and streaming
Running over the pulsing blood
Your rising heartbeat mixed with your salt tears
Your sharp intake of breathe as you next do the unthinkable
You pour alcohol over the wounds.
You know it hurts,
And that’s the intentions.
I want to kiss away your pain.
I want to kiss away the scars.