Sharpie Scars

October 3, 2012
He holds out his wrist to me
and hands me the deep sea blue Sharpie--
not a scissor.
I place my fingers on his palm--

and I grasp the Sharpie in my right hand--
not a blade.
He is patient, and allows me to inscribe "love"

on the inside of his wrist--
not a red line.
For on days like these, we'd rather be imprinted with ink

rather than scars.

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Shadowpomgurl said...
Dec. 18, 2012 at 11:38 am
touching. i've done this too. think you have a knack for writng straight from the heart! :)
JaneCapelle This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. replied...
Feb. 9, 2013 at 2:57 pm
thank you very much(: my poetry is what it is...I write what I feel, unconditionally.
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