8:178) Red 21-APR-98 17:37

I saw the scars on her arm. Red splotches concealed under layer upon layer of clothing usually but today she wore a tee shirt. I saw them, sprawling across her skin for an instant before looking away

She wore the usual long sleeved shirt today But I could still see them I had memorized their places

She wears them with shame, unlike the other girls who make it public their abuse "My mother did that to me." one proclaims proudly pointing out a thin white line on her upper arm.

But she hides her skin wearing jeans in the summer, while I walk around shameless in my low cut tank top and shorts.

Does she grow green under her layers when the rest of us show off our bodies or wear our abuse like a crown jewel?

I saw the scars on her arm and burnt them into my mind.