Scar This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

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   ScarCrunched in a ball,Knees tucked,Arms wrapped withFaint voices around me.Jumbled words engulf my brain.Eyes shut tight -As if the harder I squeezeThe less pain I will feelThe shattering of glassPlays in my mindLike a tape on constant rewind.I feel history repeat itselfThose final seconds in slow motion.If only I had ...The scene is clear -Running full force,Hit hard, glass deteriorates.Jagged pieces gouge into my skinFlashes of glass fly in all directionsI unfold my eyes -Bright light fills meBlur of faces hover about.Something wet trickles down my armSloshing when it meets the floor.Deep gash overflowing withThick ruby substance.Only then do I unleash my fearIn a piercing whimper.Voices fadePain dies downStitches removedOnly the scar remains.by Brittany Nophut, Chalfont, PA


This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.






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