Series of Scars - 3

It shimmers, shining in the light
sparkling red, dripping from my wrist
the blood beads up, spilling over
a beautiful sight, that i'll never miss

but something else spilt over too
tears, pouring from my heart
flowing down my face again
as my wrist bears the ever-present mark

scars remain, beautiful scars
to tell the stories when
my face is smiling tho you'd never guess
i'm now nearing the end.

2008 (c) ER