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Sarah-Kate Simons — Highly commended (equal), Year 11 Scar tissue

Scar tissue

You left a scar in me that day on the side of the mountain that led into heaven the cut healed with broken edges and raised my skin in an inerasable line I fish for another high-necked shirt thinking if I conceal it well enough I will move on but you won’t be forgotten. You insist on being seen with your own scar and claiming you were the one thrown off Mt Olympus as if your wound were the deeper one asking the world which of us paid the higher price as you identify the miniscule nick on your forearm it was always about you, just once I’d like you to apologise and let it be about me.

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— Sarah-Kate Simons, home-schooled

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