I wash off the makeup
I see the acne, scars, and freckles
Peaking through my red and irritated skin.

I remember where each scar came from.
When I got my cheek scraped by a fence.
When I had swing chains wrapped around my neck.
When I tried to hug a feral cat.

I think about how someone once told me
That every freckle stands for a reincarnated life in my body.
I wonder how their lives differed from mine.
I wonder if other people have also told this body what I have heard.

I think about how someone else told me
That every freckle stands for an angel that kissed me
In the "beyond" before I was born.

If the angel kisses did happen, I want to thank them everyday for Watching over me, because sometimes I really need it.

I hope I get to meet them.