Let’s compare scars.
Like a childhood game -
My Mum cooks better than your Mum.
My Dad’s car is bigger than your car.
My scar is bigger than your scar,
it is
immeasurable, a well
of agony and wretched poison,
unhealed and unkissed;
where once the skin was smooth and taut
it now lies twisted and a mess
of rigid lines and bitter disappointments
quite unlike
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