Raw
ScrapeDrag
Pull
Not enough to draw blood
Just until it’s all raw
Until the burn on my arm
Hurts more than the flame in my heart
Til the pain in my existence
Is no longer at the fore.
Then scrape, drag, and pull some more.
Raw
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