Category : Poems

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She cowers inside her broken childhood,
Seeking a forgotten refuge.
She wears pain like the tiny freckle inside her finger;
Ever-present and familiar,
Yet indiscriminate and camouflaged.
The wounds inflicted by invisible hands
Pulsate furiously across her smooth skin;
Eventually fading into jagged scars
With their memory marring body, her soul.
The reflection in the mirror is no longer her,
But a sepulcher preserving an innocence lost too soon.