Poetry of a Tortured Mind
Monday, October 14, 2013
Poem: No Shorts
"No shorts," she says, and glances down,
Her faux smile now turning to a frown.
"They'll see the lines; they'll see the marks.
These self-inflicted scars are my saviors," she remarks.
~Brittany Long
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