Eclipsed

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

out.


A poem inspired by the writing prompt, “scars”. This post is part of the #100DaysofWriting Challenge by Cheryl Elizaga on the Catalyst blog.

Read more stories at https://cata7yst.wordpress.com

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