They're there again
                  Staring at me,
                  Mocking me.
The thin lines angrily weave
Through the underside of
Her slightly tan arm.

"It's fine, it's nothing"
                 Hiding her arm,
                 Her poor arm.
But I can still see them
Glaring at me by
The light of the fire.

Does anyone else notice?
                 Other than me,
                 Little me.
Unable to prevent her pain
Silently, I weep as I watch
Balloons float into the night