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Nov 2010
The skin is rough
feels like it's been rubbed against cracked concrete walls
all day.
feels like
it's been scalding
heating from the inside
burning through it's own skin
no more tingles
just licks of flames
and caved in nerves.
Rough as it curves over
the valleys
and mountains of my home
sick thighs
and rough
as it soothes over my rotten lies
Rough
The skin is rough
cracked
dry
bending through the seams
of young girls
like touching
a dying leaf.
Half feeling the lack
of feeling
dried out
put on the cement.
Samantha Lynn Bates
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Samantha Lynn Bates
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