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Scars

Updated: Dec 8, 2023

You gave me all the scars

that the people can see.

Long, jagged tears

and sharp broken bones.

The dust from the stars

can’t stop me from bleeding.

The scars lay in layers

the stars blink at me, alone.


Forgotten and feeble,

I stare at the sky.

It’s fickle and flickers,

shrouded in furtive darkness.

The hands of dim stars

reach towards me, falling,

falling to Earth rapidly.

They land around me, set me free.


BIO

Baylee Wagner has a Bachelor’s in Creative Writing from Southern New Hampshire University. She’s had a short story published in Cryptid Culture Magazine and a poem published in Polaris Literary Magazine. She’s currently pursuing an MFA in Creative Writing through SNHU.

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