"kukri" poems
I never once thought I would live this long.
Always assumed I would be buried by this point.
The scars i wear each tell a story
Each one tells of a mistake i made in a fight.
My shoulder blade was taken by a gun.
My back has Kukri knife memories spanning it
My legs have so many stab wounds in them
I do not regret obtaining any of them.
May 30, 2014
May 30, 2014 at 2:06 PM UTC