the younger me
lies beneath my battered skin
frightened.
as if at any moment
i will tear her out
claw at her edges
and spit on her fragile figure
as if i will forget
toss her away
so she becomes a memory
of a nightmare
that can only be reached
by fingertips
and former friends
Feb 18, 2013
Feb 18, 2013 at 6:57 PM UTC
the younger me
lies beneath my battered skin
frightened.
as if at any moment
i will tear her out
claw at her edges
and spit on her fragile figure
as if i will forget
toss her away
so she becomes a memory
of a nightmare
that can only be reached
by fingertips
and former friends
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