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Skin tingling. Scratch. Pick. Claw marks a bright burgundy against fair skin. It’s happening again. It’s a violent urge. An uncontrollable compulsion. It’s bleeding skin and it’s I want to stop but it’s I can’t and I won’t. My hands are the enemy but it’s hard to win a battle against something attached to your own body. Taped fingers do nothing but irritate. A temporary fix for a permanent problem. Nowhere is safe. Every piece of skin is equal opportunity. Distractions don’t exist in this world. Nothing can stop these hands and it hurts to try. A compulsion ignored is like pins and needles across your whole body. It’s sitting still shaking unable to think of anything else. And so I–pick. Scratch. Run sharp claws across soft skin.
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Oct 24, 2019
Oct 24, 2019 at 12:29 PM UTC
Excoriation
Skin tingling. Scratch. Pick. Claw marks a bright burgundy against fair skin. It’s happening again. It’s a violent urge. An uncontrollable compulsion. It’s bleeding skin and it’s I want to stop but it’s I can’t and I won’t. My hands are the enemy but it’s hard to win a battle against something attached to your own body. Taped fingers do nothing but irritate. A temporary fix for a permanent problem. Nowhere is safe. Every piece of skin is equal opportunity. Distractions don’t exist in this world. Nothing can stop these hands and it hurts to try. A compulsion ignored is like pins and needles across your whole body. It’s sitting still shaking unable to think of anything else. And so I–pick. Scratch. Run sharp claws across soft skin.
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Oct 24, 2019
Oct 24, 2019 at 12:29 PM UTC
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