He fills it up with the love of a girl, renewed, skinned knee, wasn’t she so pretty, almost in pigtails but the skirt was filled out too well, a women in sheep’s clothing, vicious bite, he enjoyed it, the deception, he would have to admit it, the plethora of scars were proof, even when he walked away, beaten and bruised, he thought of her tenderly, a newly fashiond scab to be picked and revealed, renewed wound for the road ahead.