parallel lines
by Carmen H Gray
I saw those lines
running across your
soft arms
arms that had formed inside my womb
arms I bathed
arms that glistened in the summer sun
arms that were cut and poked and prodded, too
I gently placed aloe on those lines
and whispered prayers to each of them
”let the pain leave” I said
and only beauty reside here
Hope paralleled
within a tiny freckle found
Between those lines
Monarca Rising 