Wish Upon a Scar

Find a way to stanch the slow
flow-wound of sorry
worry from your open pores
worn as though a mask
has morbidly attached itself there
Wary of siblings
living with lies
Try to ignore the well-deep itch
which scabs over and scars
far from Earth-truth
smooth across your nose
supposing this fabrication might fly
heard in the balls of God’s ears

Practicing chained rhyme in the Imaginary Garden!