Old Scar Line
by clippedtrust
· 17/12/2025
Published 17/12/2025 13:04
The curb caught me.
A familiar hitch.
That old ankle bone,
a nerve's faint twitch.
It remembers the fall.
The gravel bite.
A small ridge of skin,
pale in the light.
A tiny map line,
just above the shoe.
Says, 'here was the break,'
a story untrue
to how it still aches,
a deep, old thread.
A quiet reminder,
words left unsaid.