In Me

In Me

By Robert C Price

Your hand caresses

my cheek as it trails

the angles and jutting

parts of my face

The parts that aren’t

broken but smooth

The pieces I let

others see

You look past my disfiguring

Quasimodo features

My Esmeralda of the

Bell Tower

Your hand glides

across my chest

Emblazoned with

pock marks

Scars from life’s

whip engraved

into my skin like

a meticulous tattoo

What do you see

in me that I try

so hard to see

in myself

I question your

motives when

in reality they’ve

been quite clear

Since the day

You said “I do”


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