Cicatrix, For dVerse Poets: Endings

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Cicatrix

I know better than you
what lies buried under
my healed-over self.

The raised part of me
grown to protect the wound
creates this distance
that I once warned you of.

I need to thicken that part of me
where part of you remains,
and if for this time you gasp for air,
it is my thick skin growing over you,
like an orb spider winding you in my web

until you become
the one in me hidden so deep
that even you
believe you’ve disappeared.

For dVerse Poets  I have used the “image” ending.
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14 thoughts on “Cicatrix, For dVerse Poets: Endings”

  1. kim881's avatarkim881

    I love your narrative poem that ends with an enigmatic image, Judy, and the Latin title. I love this lines especially:

    ‘it is my thick skin growing over you,
    like an orb spider winding you in my web’.

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