Concealed hurtsTucked beneath pressed sleevesOf an unwrinkled composure;Gossamer shawl brushing numbed pitsOf countless scars,Tallying how long it tookTo contain her anger –Four scratches deepScar tissueClotting emotionsFrom bleeding to the surface;Unwilling to exposeThe violence gutting her thoughtsBecause it’s not healthy to feel such rage,To want to crush the bones of those who’d hurt herSo it’s better Continue reading