your life is spelled out across your skin, scars telling your story in jagged, sprawling lines across your back
one day you will meet a boy who will trace those scars with shaking fingers and ask ‘who did this to you?’ and you won’t have the heart to tell him the truth
this boy will have scars of his own, scars in his mind and in his blood, whispering ‘traitor’ in his veins, and if you ask how they came to be he won’t have the courage to tell you the truth
some scars heal and some scars hurt but you will meet another boy with scars of his own who will do anything to protect you from yours
— blood red scars || s.b.a.