Thick skin.
Smooth and flawless.
Won't you crack and let me bleed?
Poreless.
Non-porous.
Is it safer to be dried-up and numb?
Or would I welcome
the sharp tip of a knife
slitting through these layers?
Splitting open.
The burst of this abscess.
And discharge of my choked-up tears.
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3 comments:
so pensive you are.
This makes me want to study trees and think more about how life is too precious not to ponder upon...
ALI!
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