Heal Me

CodeRiotCodeRiot Posts: 115
edited September 2005 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
picking apart the leeches
that suckle the hole inside
feeding and breathing
a part if the cycle that holds me down
the cycle that instills fear
fear of sense and the touch
of another being

It has scabbed over the memory
It itches as it begins to heal
too utterly tempting to pick and peel
Tear away the skin
reveal the pain within
The very thing I've hidden
for so very long
if only you would come
and bring me back to form
I tried to be a better me
In the end I looked like the rest of them.
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