Bite Marks

You’ve got scars
We all do
Look at these, don’t forget
It’s a battle wound
From a fall with no net
And then
There are the ones
No one can see
Pierced marrow to start
Further in, a
Punctured heart
Maybe one day
She’ll pull up her sleeve
And show you the one
From when she couldn’t grieve
The one that she used to relieve
The swollen parts of her
That never could find peace
The bite marks
Interweaved
With battle scars
Wounds from thieves