I do not like the lines
that cut across my heart.
They are big.
They are ugly! Mummy said scars fade over time --
she lied! Why must time be so cruel?
Why must time let me remember?
I want prettier, more delicate traces. I want to choose differently shaped scars
if time was kind.
If time was kind, if time was kind,
I would choose the lines
and draw them again.