Scabs

I pick at scabs
and watch them bleed
and heal
and bleed again.

People tell me not to
but they don’t know how it feels.

Posted in Poetry.

4 Comments

  1. After all
    Little purple mountains
    Seem so much more interesting
    than red rivulets
    or plain clear skin
    even when all that lies beneath them
    is just that

    🙂

  2. [purely literal meaning]

    i think scabs are awesome to peel off.. So much concentration and patience is required. As one wrong mood and u bleed again. Its like removiong that license disk sticker froma windscreen, without leaving pieces sticking to glass…

    [[end of literal meaning]

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