Heavenly Scars
As a child,
his parents awakened him
by turning on the lights
in his room.
They did not understand
that this terrified him.
Light became the scalpel
that would carve heavenly scars
into his unripe mind.
He cowered in the light
for the rest of his life.
He chewed on darkness,
and his breath became shadow.
When the mornings came
he opened his eyes
only to see if he could slow
the heartbeat of his dying world.
In the dark of night
he closed his eyes,
because once again, he failed.
Magnapoets Issue 1, February 2008