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my poetry

April 27, 2023
By Anonymous

i pick and pick and pick

hoping to manufacture the perfection i'm so lacking

i pick until tan turns to crimson and i pick still afterwards

i arrange them in a way that makes me feel somewhat 

competent in my own skin 

it never works

they always feel wrong

the skin between them so incorrectly made

that i can't stand to feel them

i cover them with tape to avoid feeling the world

i never feel anything anymore

i pick and pick and slowly pick myself away


The author's comments:

this piece is about my skin


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