The Denounced Feeling
You make me want to rip my skin off.
I now know why they say blood runs cold.
It does.
Just stop.
Did you stop when I asked?
Remember you want to peel my skin?
You wish the worst for me..
Just stop.
Why should I stop?
It hurts so good.
Sorry the white is now red.
Just stop.
Watch it drip.
Watch it smear.
Watch it pool.
Juat stop.
Have you heard the sound of a razor to flesh?
It's silent.
Just like my cries now..
Copyright © Katlin Bouse | Year Posted 2025
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