Fly On

I was hoping the scars wouldn't show

Silly of me

How could they not, when I was eviscerated stem to stern?

Whether 11 years or 11 days, today they ache

Today they are inflamed, buckled and knotted

The flesh around them is a gnarled purple-heart

Normally, I take some pride in having survived so much

Today I hope the Valkyries ignore me, fly on

It is exhausting living with a sword in your hand, just in case


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