When I was a child I picked at scabs, entertained by the idea of bearable pain.
I've been told that
these little things we do take roots in us
(Funny, considering that roots hold the soil of the earth together
and keep it from spiriting away)
And I was thinking:
Maybe that's the reason
I keep picking at the cuts you left,
the reason the bleeding still hasn’t quite stopped,
and the reason my scars have darkened in your terrible likeness.
Aug 23, 2014
Aug 23, 2014 at 12:32 PM UTC
When I was a child I picked at scabs, entertained by the idea of bearable pain.
I've been told that
these little things we do take roots in us
(Funny, considering that roots hold the soil of the earth together
and keep it from spiriting away)
And I was thinking:
Maybe that's the reason
I keep picking at the cuts you left,
the reason the bleeding still hasn’t quite stopped,
and the reason my scars have darkened in your terrible likeness.
