Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Oct 8
plucking and pulling,
gouge out the jelly.
many hands have scraped my skin:
the soft base of my belly.
teasing and testing,
wrench apart my brain,
i carry the abrasions-
this invisible, ever-spreading stain.
EB
Written by
EB  19/F
(19/F)   
Please log in to view and add comments on poems