Clawing, scratching, scraping
away at my skin, watching as
it sticks under my sharp nails
in shades of brown and pink.
Roughly, mindlessly, clawing
away at this so called "skin"
I'm forced to carry until the
salt runs out from my veins
and the blood drips away with
my tears.
I'd continue to grab and peel,
peel back the years until I was
nothing but a memory of who
I used to be. Who I was before
the skin was tainted and the salt wrecked my teenage veins.
