The wounds, he touched
The lines, he bluffed
The blemishes she failed to buff.
The fabric, taut
Her manners, taught
To never break lest let love rot.
His toes, she stamped
Her style, cramped
A famous, faulty, crippled dance.
Pretense, he brought
The lies, she bought
The tragedy: a bright light blotted
A poem inspired by the writing prompt, “scars”. This post is part of the #100DaysofWriting Challenge by Cheryl Elizaga on the Catalyst blog.
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