Suffer in my skin
Burn, itch, scream
Scratch and bleed
Peel away, fall away
The dead make way
To bring forth more
All to die, all to be shed
To crash and be forgotten
Scars scarcely to fade

Suffer in my clothes
Fabrics conceal
But only for so long
Before they must be torn away
Cast aside, as others before
To be cleansed and worn anew
Each day bringing new sentiment
Or perhaps only for a single moment
A single day, to cherish or to lament.

- Jay M
September 23rd, 2022