A/N: Written for the gx_100 challenge, prompt#053 – Texture
Rocky Bed
A smooth stone tumbled far more
easily than a jagged rock:
hard on the edges and scraping things
as it goes.
He was scarred
all too easily
Beyond the skin
that knits out its repair –
and he had no voice
strong and loud
to hide the tears that formed.
They were things
that couldn't be passed on it seemed;
only seen, heard, touched
and envied
while he lingered in the shadow
they cast
But it was pulling, drifting
away already –
the time of passing
had almost come.
He needed something
else to hide the tears
that had formed
almost an age ago.
Better yet,
he needed something to make him smooth –
forever without scars –
once more.