As my fingers trace over the grooves of the scarred truths on my delicate skin
My mind traces over every motion, every movement, every memory
A tear traces over my freckled cheek, soaking into my sleeve
I take off my twine necklace
And I take a step back from reality, I take a step down
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Flowers Under My Skin
PoetryA series of original short poems written through my perspective.
