Scars

Melissa Gutierrez

They twinge, the old ones
shiny in moonlight
lie across smooth layers
to tell stories to interested faces

pictures in synapse shots
grow dust for feathers
and soon the shaking stops again
again the shaking stops

caress the nexus as it yawns
and exhales scents of colognes
lost in balmy breezes

bright sighs across smooth layers
shine and shine again.