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I am the line on your leg from when you
Played, "Does This Hurt?"
with a safety pin.



I am the "X" by your elbow, a gift
On your 16th birthday to compliment
The socks and underwear you received.



I am the worm-like raised skin marking
The time you tore the Bic apart 
For a deeper shave.



I am the splotch of darker skin by your
Wrist from your finger nails when holding hands
With a boy was too much to ask for.



I am the dashed line from your thumb
Up your arm when a paper clip
Attacked you during 3rd period.



I am the only scar on your right arm
(Sometimes I get itchy in the mornings
When the bell rings.)



I am the random slits on your forearm
From events throughout the years
You don't even remember.



I am the tanned line from your bellybutton
To your sternum that matched the handprint
And bruise on your back from Daddy.



I am the dozens of chicken scratches
Across your belly when pills couldn't be found after
Your girlfriend found someone else to make her happy.



I am the word "NUMB" and the letters "FMN"
That hold dear to your 
Protruding rib cages.



I am the semi-circle around your navel
When you swore you'd slice further down to 
Delete his image from your head.



I am the gaping vertical horizons
On your veins
If you could only see the light.