Carved in Scars

by Elle Mitchell

To the ones who really needed a light in a dark place but had to be their own. This is for you.

i’m sobbing rn

We all come into the world as blank canvases. And we leave it carved in scars—some we show the world and others that remain invisible unless someone knows exactly where to look—but they make us who we are, whether we want them to or not. I’d like to make my own canvas into something pretty or at least something I’m not ashamed of. Someday, I will.

oh. my. god. this is beautiful

She shakes her head. “You bring me joy, Devon. That’s it—that’s the entire list.”

CRYINGGGGG

There is no version of me happy that doesn’t include Devon West. Etched in ink or carved in scars. It’s us. Against the world.

still sobbing