Very dark, I apologize, I actually don't feel like this.
It just was a sudden idea I had and I wanted to see if it would work stylistically.
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a tender, stiff outcropping of flesh
peels slowly back, cutting through the mosaic of lines
which define my soul and skin
it chafes, ivory diffusing into red,
thick beak-like scabbing slowly spreading
the defined crescent around the nail plunges suddenly, waylaid, then
broken
ugly, disgusting, sickly thing, defiantly pushing its head towards the sun
and when you absentmindedly rub a finger over it, as if to implant
your print upon my own
it refuses to bend
tearing itself apart
and surrendering
the
precious
red
droplets
yet again
an infantile yet perfect agony
slowly cells rebuild
but inevitably shatter
whenever you caress my hand
repeating the same painful, pointless cycle
the bleeding and scabbing never end
and
i never say a word
the hurt has become precious to me
more valuable to myself
because
you
cause
it
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
Even If It Hurts
Posted by lizzybethrose at 5:33 PM
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