Ecdysis
Every pain and every day is a tattoo on my bodyevery decision I avoid making and every fake smile I give
paint upon paint
filling up
blowing up
until the layers become heavier than my own pain
and peel off
cracking and shedding
leaving an open wound
fresh, new, raw skin
unshielded
Poetry by SecretWords
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Editors' choiceWritten on 2011-02-05 at 23:54
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