This Skin
Hello, God. How are you today? Would you like to hear me cry again? Would you like to see my pain? I am a fury. I am a sin. I am a waste. I bleed blue like all the other freaks. I know they love to take you like a pill. I know they love to wear you like Clinique. I just want to see your shadow. All I ask is for a little piece, but you hide again. Do you think I will pale at your wounds? Do you think I will grow queazy from your scars? I assure you, I would not do a thing to help the other (God forbid we say HIS name). In fact, I will move your bed pan. I will be your luxury. Just tell me how to catch the train. Just tell me how to sow the seeds before the flower wilts. Tell me if I am worth this skin on my back that flows like the silent passing days. God, Devour me like a fish.Tear it apart. Written December 7th, 2001 © on Dec 07 2001 12:34 PM PST, Katrina Armour 0 • 10
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"Hello, God...."