The cuts that hurt the worst
leave little scars
tiny scars
unseen scars
the cuts that can never
be seen
the cuts in your soul
Words
a look
a sneer
overlooked
those cuts never fully
scar over
they ooze black venom
it eats away
at the edges of the night
and putrefies
the surrounding hope
those scars
are only
ever seen
in the eyes
and in the looking
who really cares anyway

April Wells
May 10 2016