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The scar
The hurt is cold,
Pouring in,
consuming the last grain of hope,
drowning her in its depths,
she becomes new,
Those once tender thoughts,
now show fierce,
a fire replaces that cooling touch.
she is a crow, a wraith,
a scar upon life's wrist,
a failed attempt, now a worthy enemy,
A hardened soul...
Great metaphor
"...a scar upon life's wrist..."