There’s an itch that
Can’t be scratched
That’s what you see on me
Face pock-marked red
(Legs worse with this skin curse
A mottled battlefield)
Dead patches picked at
Skin flayed raw
My admission:
A compulsion…
Work the edge with a
Fingernail wedge
REMOVE DEAD SKIN!
Quick dry then dead again
Itch, scritch, pull scab anew
My dark avenue.
Nov 10, 2017
Nov 10, 2017 at 12:11 AM UTC
There’s an itch that
Can’t be scratched
That’s what you see on me
Face pock-marked red
(Legs worse with this skin curse
A mottled battlefield)
Dead patches picked at
Skin flayed raw
My admission:
A compulsion…
Work the edge with a
Fingernail wedge
REMOVE DEAD SKIN!
Quick dry then dead again
Itch, scritch, pull scab anew
My dark avenue.
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