If it were possible to send an to hell
she would condemn to the deepest pit
The notion that scars built character
that pain made one powerful
Pain the source of wisdom
A pearl forged from irritation
whoever prized this never asked the oyster
Her bones ached for mercy where they were broken
Her scars a maze of crevices far down in her sacred ground
She spoke into herself in a solitary language
a shivering prayer
Soft rain to wash away the damage
Ink Stains 