She handed him carefully selected pieces.

Snapshots of corners, shadowed edges, and rare sections of scarless skin.

She tossed him crumbs, morsels, enticements…

lemon drops sweet with an ending most sour.

She played his game.

Lured to the illusion,

Helpless to resist the shadows his flesh had a taste for…

He took the bait.

And here, in the sunlight she waits,

Wise eyes, scar-filled skin, and a heart content to bleed.

Here, in the light, he is terrified.

Because here,

in the light,

her beauty is whole.

Chelsey Whitlow


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