Forest of scars 

They're stunning.
Elegantly sprawled.
They stand out proud.
Fuelled by beautiful , addictive rage.
They dance across my skin, lighting sparks.
Painting,creating art; a forest of scars.
A forest so deep , so alluring it consumed me.
The scars, their roots run deep into my veins spewing pain , power , ecstasy, blossoming fruits of new reason, purpose, vengeance.
I am now ravaged ,spirited.
I am wild fire.
I will execute justice.
Deeper the roots will dive.
The branches will spread.
Branded with my vengeful crest .
My forest of scars.



By Faathima Kasoo