Mark Matthews Poet Free verse

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.

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