I like the scars screaming at you, but I think this could go so much farther. Try talking about the scars and their mouths. Right now I just see bleeding cuts. Where are the scars? Whose are they? What do they say? Why are they angry? How did they get there? Short poems can be great, but there still needs to be a bit of a story. Use details to make me care about your narrator.
Submission Name: Open Wounds
