Striations (For Heather)
You marked me
damaged me in a way unrepairable-
taken me through all the ranks of hell.
But I know that you were with me,
and the marks are the striations
of being held too tight,
and you walked me out,
you made me into light.
-Matthew Koutzun
(Took me a while to write this one to you. Had to make it just right- even if it is just short...)
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