MY scars intrigues you. The way it holds me, embraces me, becomes part of my whole identity. All those ways which you can't or wouldn't be able to make me feel, it does. You wanted to know how exactly I got it and I told you a series of incidents of it happening to me. You said something might be wrong with my platelets lately that I bruise easily and I told you that it wasn't easy and understanding what's wrong goes beyond the concept of time and space . To all of me, my scars intrigues you, you can't see beyond it and I can't feel beyond it.
You run your fingers over it , wait for me to finch and I sigh in pleasure. And i whispered in your ear, my scars intrigue you , isn't it?
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