Scars
So many scars

Ones I can see
Ones I can’t

Ones I’ll never even know
exist

Her torso a beautiful
patchwork of
survival stories

I caused the first one
vertically bisecting her
abdomen
in my rush to come out

We both survived

That scar
our mutual
lifeline

Connective tissue
between
two bodies
still binds us

But now I
watch the
scars
from the outside

Tracking each
procedure

As we
both build
scars
the other will
never see

Surviving together
with each
new
story