This poem was inspired by the poem ‘Lost in the MilkyWay’ by Linda Hogan
Scars shine white,
Against my pinkish skin.
Like stars stand out,
In the blue-black sky.
Both reflecting the past
We’ll never see again.
A story we will never,
Wholly know.
There, and there still
until they are gone.
Gone Nova, gone out.
In a flash, falling,
From sight but not mind.
Sparking wishes upon
Death. Not unlike,
Our scars on skin
No longer pink,
Or brown or black.
But grey and gone.
Are our scars.
But not our stories.
The bodies fallen,
From human failings,
From nonfunctioning functions,
From rockets falling,
Like shooting stars.
Leaving scars they don’t need.
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