Body Scars Turn into Timelines
The battles my body won and lost
my body
one that heals itself
the one we're born with
falling and scraping my knee, staring at the faint scar on my knee to remind me why moms are important. her red light meant green to me
gravel in my wounds. babysitting my knee until it was time to leave.
the one we can't change unless i get surgery.
my youth
one that could bend, flip, …
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