people will say these things to you, you know. and they won't know that you'll remember. they won't know how these words, they'll scar. and the most insignificant sentence will haunt you and dictate you and become you at your weakest moments.
or the way an object will hold an entire ugly memory in just a fleeting glance.
i keep a list of my scars. as if by writing them down, i could change their power over me. (a set of sheets, two parallel grooves, sweet dreams, a crack in the wood, a chest.) these things, they don't let you forget.
i wonder what scars i have left for others to list.