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When I Tease My Skin
It's always been an itch so deep within;
I had to scratch hard to reach "it".
I never really got to it though, not until recently.
I always only teased my skin, tasting it's texture;
the folds, the falls and the risings,
like great wars I fought with myself;
there were times when I fell and times when I rose.
I never really wanted to test myself...
I enjoyed the rest it gave my soul when I scratched,
I lied to myself that it was my way of perpetuating happiness.
But I wasn't happy, was I?
So I tease my skin.
The sharper side of the blade was always more comforting.
No hand and no love could remind me of times when I didn't need to tease.
So I tease my skin, and I test my skin
and suddenly it splits!
And suddenly the blade tastes my blood;
a new beginning of a friendship;
blade and blood be one!
blade for blood, and blood for pain.
Ronnie James Corbin
Roger Turner - Poet
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