Scars on a Wrist

a poem about pain

Scars on a Wrist
Pain is red like the flames of fire.
It feels like a million needles
jabbing into my heart.

It sounds like a million hollering
infants.
It tastes like snake venom in my
mouth.

It smells like the paper mill
on an old cemetery ground.
It looks like scars on a wrist
that never fade away…