pillow whispers

Les chuchotements des cicatrices

One night, my scars started whispering to each other, counting their birth stories and got joined by long living moles, old vaccine marks,  … etc… I heard them telling each other how they each started, .. what pain they caused me.. how long it took me to get used to them.. how long it took their coloring to and shapes to blend in. Ever since, they decided to have an initiation party any time a newcomer joins their terrain. …Recently, the newcomers look rather tired. It takes them longer to blend in and shape up. Their old friends take care of them with tenderness.