| Bandaged Unable to feel the stings she sends to others, unable to feel the soothing calm of her own voice. The feeling of itching comes over her to tear off the scab she wears, but once it leaves, what will be left behind? Can she pull off her bandage and reveal her hideous wound to everyone? Maybe she could, because who would look anyway? They are all looking elsewhere, not at her. What she wants, is a cool gauze cover to allow her to breathe, but allow her to heal. She wants to be in the light, but shielded from their eyes that might see too much. She fears a scar, a large, discolored scar, staining every part of her being. She can't take the unknown, but she can't take knowing. At times, she wants to give in to the scar; she wants to allow it to force her down, but one part won't let her. It is a battle between the voices and she doesn't know which she wants to win. |
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