Slim line--
more than a scratch
but not much more
hovering on the smooth layer
of an otherwise unmarred surface--
speaks the tale
that only she can tell.
For years,
it lay there,
unwanted, unnoticed, but waiting.
Wanting, really,
ready to spill its secrets
to the first person to minister to her.
Years passed
and not one being
dared to observe what lay
beyond the shallow line.
And with time,
her energy turned inward,
compressed her core,
and pushed outward,
like an exploding supernova.
Instead of healing
and erasing that single line,
she's left with nothing
but a litany of cracks
and a compromised structure.
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