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Wednesday
Poems
Aug 2015
The Act of Festering
I was 7 when I learned the art of touch
but that doesn’t make me ******’s sister.
I was 14 when I thought I figured out *** and love
were one in the same.
So tell me why everywhere you touched me
I began to turn black like a the band of a fake ring on a child’s finger
I began to turn a colour I could not wash off
with soap and water.
The darker I became the more you began to
smell of rotting meat left out in the sun.
You were festering and the holes in your heart
burned through to your skin.
Sometimes in my sleep
I still smell you waiting in the darkness.
And sometimes in the shower
I still find deep marks I cannot ever seem to get rid of.
Everyone in this life might mistake the look in your eyes as love,
but I will never be so easily fooled again.
#love
#pain
#dark
#shadow
#darkness
#touch
#******
#fester
#wednesday
#marks
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Roanoke, Virginia
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