Mind Scab
I feel
the scars rip open,
the scars
of past torment
gushing out
puss and blood.
Burning,
burning
with such scorching heat
that my brain
screams in agony.
Stakes pounded
through hand and foot
while
blood and gore
pour out of open sores,
leaving
endless streams
flowing,
flowing
to the depths of hell,
where it is
boiled back up
into
the essence of life,
erasing,
twisting,
hiding memories
from mind's eye,
leaving
hatred and chaos
in their place.
Copyright © Mark Matthews | Year Posted 2008
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