Scars

                          Scars

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Hard scars called love express tectonic plates

Beneath the surface of the heart that move

In pain.  These scars well up between the straits

Of agony imposed as countermove

To Mills and Boon stupidities for sale

At trashy supersaver stores, their tills.

The stiffened tissue cicatrices pale

But do not disappear.  Their poison spills

Away through arteries inside the chest.

The ribcage might attempt to hold scars’ fumes

Away from unharmed tender tissues pressed

Against those scars like corpses in life’s tombs.

  Be brave.  Come finger hardened portions of

    Hearts’ veins.  Come learn the truth about lost love.

Phillip Whidden