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Scab Over Poems - Poems about Scab Over


Skin

We look at the clean, perfect face,
feel that smoothness
against the backs of our fingers,
long to stroke it with our fingertips,
place our lips against it, sniff, rub gently.
That was yesterday.

Today, fingernails dig
into a scab on that skin.
Try to pull it off that face, let out blood?
Do you still love it,
that flesh, that skin?
That being? Today?

(11 Dec
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Categories: scab over, anger, fun,
Form: Free verse

Premium MemberBreaking News Skiberty Scab

Breaking News 
David J Walker

Fliberty flimm flamm 
Giberty gib 
Skiberty skib scab 
Floperty flib 
Zippity do dah 
Pigerty pigg 
Rigerty wash rag
Oily rig
And that’s why 
You will die
Unless you 
Giberty jig 
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Categories: scab over, allegory,
Form: Free verse



Premium MemberOpen Scab

Healing wounds 
     of betrayal 
          open 
               once more with blood 
               
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Categories: scab over, betrayal, break up, deep,
Form: Verse

The Scab, Or For Donna

Covered thinly, by a bloody clot.
Unhealed.
Congealed.
Unwelcome obligations to eat, sleep, dress
fulfilled.
That your body is still here
is the best that can be said 
of this,
the first year.
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Categories: scab over, anniversary, bereavement, body, death
Form: Free verse

A Scab

you were never in love
with me except for that feeling
that burst through your cock and crowed for
me at dawns break and alarmed all but
a saint and allowed room for fashion
at a reasonable rate
coupled with all of your expression and crippling indecision
the catacombs of your whys fevering the attempts
to boiling points and highs cooling them with
distance
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Categories: scab over, lost love, passion, song-lyric
Form: Dramatic 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
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Categories: scab over, angst, depression, loss,
Form: Free verse

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