Twice Over

If only she scratched letters
On her arms instead of lines
That led us nowhere.
She could have a manual
for her lovers
on how to love her,
War wounds for flesh wounds,
Stories for stitches.
You could read her.                                           You could read her hurt
Twice over.

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