Tissue

It's a helluva thing to have a scar, a helluva thing. The permanance is what hits you first, the history of your body, right there in the open, for anyone to see. One day you fall asleep, black out, pass to unconciousness, and in that unchanging while, they change you, in the flicker of an eye, the flicker of a knife, and when you wake you are marked, never to be the same again, the cut never to be undone. For as long as I am with my body I will bear this line, this frown that stretches from side to side. From now til forever will I have to bear those questions whenever I go swimming, whenever I take my top off at the beach, or get drenched in the rain and have to change my shirt. And those who know me in those intimate moments will press and prod, probing at things I don't want to remember, and asking about times I want to forget. It's a helluva thing to have a scar.