I have scars
like pinpricks
in my sky.

Don’t you mean
stars,
dear?

I meant what I said.
It’s a metaphor.

That’s a lot of scars,
dear.

I’m aware,
thank you.
They happened
a long time ago,
but they are real,
and I still feel
their effects.

Are they beautiful
like stars?

Depends. Do you think
broken, damaged,
twisted are beautiful?

I think healing is.
Isn’t that what a scar is?