MOONLIT SCARS

 MOONLIT SCARS

by Elena Herman

My scars are moonlit-

bit bright with dust,

just an endless silver

borne from fiery night,

cursed to turn twilight's ice.

My scars are moonlit-

endless sketched silver slits,

gruesome constellations,

bite-bright sites of light,

a message set in stone.

My scars are moonlit-

silent like our stars,

fate-snipped scars that sung

pain of flamed creation

sit iced as silver plight,

in endless moonlit night.