Tendril

A lonely cigarette

and the quiet tears

of

a key

never able to unlock.

my scars tell you my secrets.

my scars give you the whole picture.

my scars hide my heart

where the world

has cut away

to try and take it

my most vital

of treasures;

stolen.

but my scars protect it.

smoke tendrils cloud your eyes

and burn your retinas.

but I relish them

for they will

never

let you see

my own.