She thought about this

Long and hard

As she looked at her body

In the mirror behind

The door

If all the words

She had heard

Appeared upon her skin

And if all the words

She told herself

Were in red ink

Across her skin

Would she try

In vain to scrub them away

Or would she stand in awe and see

The scars covered in words

So good and true

She wondered if she

Handed out pens

With ink that stayed for only days

Before it disappeared into her skin

Would she be brave enough

To stand still

And let the words appear

Jeanna’ Mead

6 33 a m. 10.7.19

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