Inner Beauty
By Caitlynn Pallotta
Salty tears
as carefully
cut thighs
and arms face
him.
Claw marks,
pale old battles,
and fresh red
wars.
Knife-like
pain spikes in
his heart.
The girl
he loves
secretly suffers
alone.
Closed eyes,
soft, loving
kisses on
each battle
wound.
Loving each
war as
a piece of
her.
Strong yet
gentle arms
wrap around the
wounded,
like steel and
velvet.
Holding the beautiful
pieces together.
