Every scar tells a damned story
A story which supposed her guilty
Guilty she was only of loving
Loving unconditionally, giving
Giving each particle of her being
Her being systemically shattered
Shattered with deeds and words
Words that bore deeper wounds
Wounds, bloodied red ugly stamps
Stamps marring her body and soul
Soul that loved was raked by terror
Terror blindsiding love left scarred
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