Scar by Ciaran Parkes

Scar

Eight years old, the window pane exploding
into shattered glass. Not feeling anything
but a kind of drowsy shock. All the way to hospital,
a neighbour holding the wound shut. Now I feel
like reaching back some days, to try and slip
my arm away from her life-saving grip.

by Ciaran Parkes

Editor’s Note: This poem cuts the reader to the quick.

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