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I tear the skin off of my lips And then I can taste the salty blood. My mother says to me, "Annie! Stop!" But I ignore her. And I chew away. She asks me, "Annie!! Why do you do that!? It freaks me out!!" Maybe I think that my lips will disintegrate. That maybe I will just End up eating them away. No. That's too strange. Maybe I think that they need to be smoother, Just in case, And that any jagged bits of skin poking up needs to be ripped off Like a bandaid. No. I'm too shy to kiss anyone. Maybe I just love the sting Of exposed skin. I don't think so. I'm pretty sure I've become desensitized to that sting. My answer, Mom, is that I don't know. I couldn't tell you even if I tried.
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Jan 19, 2019
Jan 19, 2019 at 9:19 PM UTC
Couldn't Tell You