National Poetry Month Day 30: Cold Scars

And here we are again, at the end of another National Poetry Month. I hope you enjoyed all the poems this year and I leave you with this last bit of free verse from the prompt Cold Scars.

Cold Scars

Wearing the mask
of collective perfection,
those selfie sunbeams
and candid rose drops;
a matchless disguise
designed to bury your scars

bitter insecurities
wiggling under your skin
like maggots waiting
to hatch and rupture

© A. F. Stewart 2023