her scar

there is a scar
on her belly that she points
to. scratches.
touches, rubs a finger
against the smooth
pink raise
of a wound long ago
healed.
it's a memory she
goes back to. telling
you the story
of when. how she almost
died.
how she stopped
breathing
and was brought back
to life again.
it's a long story
to which you say nothing
but it must have
hurt.
she ignores that
and continues.