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An Ode to My Skin
Skin breaks beneath mind,
The pressure holding tight.
Their words in red,
Underlined.
But I can’t quite get it right.
Up and down,
Side to side,
I cannot crack the code.
All I crack is my poor, poor skin;
And so I write this ode.
It wraps my frame,
It clings to my bones.
And though I weep for my poor, poor skin,
I weep more when I’m alone.
The pressure holding tight.
Their words in red,
Underlined.
But I can’t quite get it right.
Up and down,
Side to side,
I cannot crack the code.
All I crack is my poor, poor skin;
And so I write this ode.
It wraps my frame,
It clings to my bones.
And though I weep for my poor, poor skin,
I weep more when I’m alone.
Published 17th Nov 2021
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17th Nov 2021 4:11am
oh, I'm terribly sorry. your work is beautiful my love, although it stems from something so awful
22nd Nov 2021 8:53am
29th Feb 2024 1:21am
In physical pain there is also an emotion pain that feels more profound and you've expressed that rather nicely here.
Nice work
Nice work
