Scars – by Sarah Waters

What to make of scars, so pitiful and weak. Oh, physical scars, how I envy you, those of skin and bone. You can be seen. You scab over, heal, pain ultimately subsides. But oh, the scars of the heart, they’re jagged, deep – I’m amazed my heart still beats. You’re hidden, unseen, with pain that… Continue reading Scars – by Sarah Waters