Cicatrose

Innate with a fresh epicranium, smooth like a marble! Duration of her absolute head got short-lived As if her middle name was trouble! She wish she knew her ingle hue was purple Too bad, no remembrance since her crown was redecorated! An ordeal! At a tender age, Tattooed her with seams! One symmetrical, two adjacents, As if students learning about lines in an Arithmetic lesson! Some curved, crossed, arrowed, arcs! Hmm! What a tragedy! True, she is cicatrose... A dent, depression, enough to store water like a well, slit across her hood. Great confidence needed to be bald because she is scary like an unvarnished wood! A mere headache! Just a mere headache! She wished it could have given her a break! But no! More malady manifested. She found refuge in a Hotel- Dieu. Angels in white coats slit her head summit with sharp blades, she woke with a bind Binding her stitched bald head. Little did she know her epicranium will be cicatrose, Which psora when exposed. Sad, her head is cicatrose! By LeboGFaith