Scrape, Lather, Repeat
I want to scrape my hands raw,
peel away the loops and whorls,
make it scarlet
Scrape it
as you would fish scales,
but bloodied
Pour antiseptic on it
Let. It. Sting.
Then wash it away,
letting it flow
down
the
drain.
.
.
Let it form callouses
to numb it,
Then start anew.
Scrape. Lather. Repeat.
***
Me in a funky mood.
Written while waiting in line at a bank.
For one whole hour.
We sure were one bunch of bored people there.
235p24008122013
Copyright © Kabuteng P.Ink K. | Year Posted 2013
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