Slowly, bitter pain
my skin was thug, torn
bitten away
flesh exposed
to the raw air,
insides open for all to see
emotion washed away from me
far,
to the oceans sea.
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PoetryHighest rank: #23 In poetry. A compilation of Poems about love, heart break, depression and everything in between really. Black, white, and of course, a dose of grey.
