scars

some scars lie under the skinunseen by othersthick bands that wrap themselvesaround my insidessometimes they remain dormantas days passorgans continue to functionbreath flowsregardless of their constricting presencebut sometimes a sudden memorycauses them to stretch taut and pulla painful reminder of the pastwhen the wound broke me openand bledwith time the holes within mestitched and closed…