*Cicatrize* My scars would heal me one day, My soul would rest in peace due to the scars, In the arms of death. //Caption *Cicatrize* The onomatopoeia of rain Triggers memories of a dark story- Mellifluous, melodious, yet misty black. I sit on the bench of the park to relieve them all. The mayhem of myriads blossoms to die soon,