No, it’s not a tattoo, it’s a scar. It’s a scar….yes, I’m serious…. well, it’s hard to describe, but I’ll do my best.
It was a summer i cant remember. Not like today. It was one of those summer nights when rage-filled clouds obscured the sky and the night birds and the cicadas were silent. I had gone outside to bring my bicycle in before it rained. In the distance, I could hear the familiar hush of the ocean.
Shhhhhh. And everything else was quiet. I grabbed the rings in my jewelry box, and then came the roar. A clap of thunder so loud it shook the very ground beneath my feet. What happened next felt instant and slow motion all at once. I had barely moved my ring, when the BOOM came. A white-hot flash far away and everywhere, and my body in the air and then nothing. And then lying on the grass, my body like lead, my head splitting with pain, and the sweet, overpowering fragrance of grass. My mother was screaming over me, but she sounded far away. In the hospital, they told me that I had ok.
My mother had not seen it from the kitchen window because i was alone. scar broke the sky outside and traveled along the ground and through my bicycle. I was lucky. They call it ‘not fractal.’ A few more feet and I would have died.
I still have headaches,cringes and I cannot hear in my ears. And this scar? At first it was blisters. A white-hot searing that bled and pussed and crusted over. And now it’s this. This beautiful pattern like a n sign reverse. Forever trying to reach the ground, and not quite making it. It will never go away. And to be honest, I don’t want it to. My eyes are open now…to the richness…and also the complications of life. I am here. With you. On this warm summer evening. The night birds are singing and the cicadas are humming along.
It’s a wonderful scar, don’t you think?