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I pick & pick & pick. I peel the layers off, satisfyingly. I watch the blood ooze out. Slowly running down arms and legs. I pick & pick & pick again. I tear the skin off, contently. I watch the skin reveal pink flesh. Slowly, I feel alive. I keep thinking of you; I pick the scab. I keep remembering everything; I pick the scab. Flashes of your face invoke my memories; The blood runs. The sound of your laugh enters my mind; The blood drips. I go to places that were special to us; I smile. I pretend you’re there with me; I laugh. I sit in silence-- I talk in my head. I even scream sometimes. All while I pick & pick & pick some more. The same cycle occurs over and over again: I pick, bleed, then heal. Healthy, isn’t it?
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Nov 21, 2019
Nov 21, 2019 at 8:13 PM UTC
Scab
I pick & pick & pick. I peel the layers off, satisfyingly. I watch the blood ooze out. Slowly running down arms and legs. I pick & pick & pick again. I tear the skin off, contently. I watch the skin reveal pink flesh. Slowly, I feel alive. I keep thinking of you; I pick the scab. I keep remembering everything; I pick the scab. Flashes of your face invoke my memories; The blood runs. The sound of your laugh enters my mind; The blood drips. I go to places that were special to us; I smile. I pretend you’re there with me; I laugh. I sit in silence-- I talk in my head. I even scream sometimes. All while I pick & pick & pick some more. The same cycle occurs over and over again: I pick, bleed, then heal. Healthy, isn’t it?
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riaflowers
22/Gender Fluid/USA
Nov 21, 2019
Nov 21, 2019 at 8:13 PM UTC
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