Pale, porcelain-pigmented flesh Vibrant veins revealed against wrists I claw at my eczema sheath I tried scrubbing you off my skin But your bittersweet scent lingered. Every bruise that trails my body Reminds me of your kisses that I thought once graced my lifeless shell. Times have changed and every blemish That trails my body ablazes Any pleasing idea of you.
this was my first ever piece submitted for a grade in my creative writing class freshman year. ignore the date, I just published it here on that day.