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

far from Earth-truth

smooth across your nose

supposing this fabrication might fly

Skyward

heard in the balls of God’s ears

Practicing chained rhyme in the Imaginary Garden!