claw
in a silent way you find
strange abrasions on the skin
crooked red lines
that lead nowhere

they could pass for the work of
some angry feline creature
or a mildly sadistic lover
with nails that stray from the obvious places

only
you do this to yourself
while your body sleeps
and your mind is busy making movies
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...
unhinged echoing_thought


the scar_garden is faded to the faintest white, but the urges that created it are rising again
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what's it to you?
who go
blather
from