Pale, porcelain-pigmented flesh
Vibrant veins revealed against wrists
I claw at my eczema sheath
I tried scrubbing you off my skin
But your bittersweet scent lingered.
Every bruise that trails my body
Reminds me of your kisses that
I thought once graced my lifeless shell.
Times have changed and every blemish
That trails my body ablazes
Any pleasing idea of you.
Nov 22, 2013
Nov 22, 2013 at 7:31 PM UTC
Pale, porcelain-pigmented flesh
Vibrant veins revealed against wrists
I claw at my eczema sheath
I tried scrubbing you off my skin
But your bittersweet scent lingered.
Every bruise that trails my body
Reminds me of your kisses that
I thought once graced my lifeless shell.
Times have changed and every blemish
That trails my body ablazes
Any pleasing idea of you.
this was my first ever piece submitted for a grade in my creative writing class freshman year. ignore the date, I just published it here on that day.
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