SCAR

A scar, a scare, a tissue, too inconvenient,
a slash of mother of pearl,
a hooked claw with a comet’s tail–
a moon-colored divider
within the peach flesh,
its own cosmic event on one day
when the grooming razor got too ambitious
and a reflex hexed.

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