ScarCrunched in a ball,Knees tucked,Arms wrapped withFaint voices around me.Jumbled words engulf my brain.Eyes shut tight -As if the harder I squeezeThe less pain I will feelThe shattering of glassPlays in my mindLike a tape on constant rewind.I feel history repeat itselfThose final seconds in slow motion.If only I had ...The scene is clear -Running full force,Hit hard, glass deteriorates.Jagged pieces gouge into my skinFlashes of glass fly in all directionsI unfold my eyes -Bright light fills meBlur of faces hover about.Something wet trickles down my armSloshing when it meets the floor.Deep gash overflowing withThick ruby substance.Only then do I unleash my fearIn a piercing whimper.Voices fadePain dies downStitches removedOnly the scar remains.by Brittany Nophut, Chalfont, PA