Clean
Clean? I whisper into the dark tracing the very skin I used to puncture.
456 days.
1 year, 3 months, and 3 day's spent, trying to heal the very skin I harmed.
The skin I harmed because it was my only salvation
Before, I was afraid of ridicule,
would I be sent away if it got worse?
So, I re-trace my skin,
My own skin,
That held me together through the pain, through the darkness.
My own skin,
Worth more than a thousand words,
And I whisper into the darkness, that fateful word, once more;
Clean.
Copyright © Miranda Heineman | Year Posted 2024
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