Time Around Scars
they freeze irrelevant emotions
and divide us from present friends.
- Michael Ondaatje
She is not sure what to do.
The iron left red hurt on her hand. It wrinkled today, and she watches it, curious.
How much can hurt grow? she wonders, and presses it with her finger. She thinks of other things, until it screams white nothings behind her eyes.
It feels like mama's face. And she presses it again.
She thinks of the room and the fire. Puts the pain there with the hand and the body, and herself outside.
She needs an answer to her questions, but mama is quiet.
Years later, she holds her first sword, and remembers.
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