it's a scar I said
to all the dead looks
it's a scar on my arm
and there are many more
through the door of my head
but not as deep or plump or red
there are scars on my heart too
and they are black and blue and true.
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Thresheld
PoetryMy life is a series of thresholds that I overcome through poetry. Love, loss, pain, regret, humor, irony, word play, and even sarcasm are as much apart of my life as they are central to my poems here. I am Thresheld. UPDATE: It's been quite a few ye...
