Imprint

For what never healed

you left an imprint on

my heart, the way a claw

drags through pale skin.

you’re a scar I beg to heal.

I’ll try new treatments

with no result. I cover

you with makeup and

see you peeking through.

I’ll always see a piece of

you there on my arm,

even on the days you’re covered

by a winter coat. The

seasons will change and

I’ll see you again,

you’re the ice on my skin.

the chills down my

spine, even on the

warmest summer day.

*Photo from Pinterest*