The Making of Scars: Part I

Faster than a speeding bullet & into the world she came, popped from the cannon, faster than a spinning weather vane & in the midst of the madness, the hysteria of it all, she had a mother whose brother snapped & dropped the ball, this is how the story of the scarring begins, quick as a whistle, without reason or the illusion of “sin” & the formative years came just as quickly as they went, the pet cat was found smothered in a hot ceiling vent, a child in her kindergarten was threatened with a fork & the teacher who witnessed it wouldn’t blame it on the stork, and the counselors moaned in tandem & so it was agreed, off to the mhu for sweet Emily, there, like any prisoner, she learned worse stories than her own, she learned that there were plenty amongst her who’d she simply couldn’t know, she saw the fragility & the damage, the irresponsibility of humankind, she saw the early garbage bin where we get placed before we end up incarcerated or fried, she grew sadder, not better, she found no consolation prize,