A scar grins

quietly

its never loud

it doesnt need to draw attention to itself

at a glance its remembered

its searing memory need only smoulder a moment   to remind

a scar never fades from ones mind

it gets the inside joke

it is an inside joke

--   Hmm                                                                                                                                    touching the back of her shoulder

holding her to him

Whats that

--   That

--   Here

he presses it under his fingertips

--   My scar

--   Thats a wicked scar

--   Its not a wicked scar 

My scar  is wicked

--   Sorry  a little slow on the take up  It would be your scar  not a scar

--   Im pleased you can recognise the difference

Im very proud of it

--   Proud

--   Very proud  I got it doing something I was told not to do by my mother  Dont do this dont do that gets old  so I did exactly what I wanted to do and despite the hell and the fallout afterwards she backed off

She got it that I had a head on my shoulders and I was going to follow it no matter what she said 

 

The way she talked she never got to do anything she wanted

So why she said should I be different  or allowed

Because Im not you I said  

--   No youre not

It feels mighty wicked

--   You should have seen it when I was younger  Doctors wanted to do plastic surgery on it said I looked disfigured women shouldnt be disfigured we should be attractive every moment we can be

--   You . ah . . . collect scrotums

--   I do

--   You should frighten me

--   You should be frightened

--   Ill remember that

  

every time I touch your shoulder

--   Every time

--   I promise

      

--   Nice

You gonna kiss me now

0056,  Monday,  22  12. 14