Picking the Scabs
by RavusCor (Member) - published: May 16, 2008
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Category - Poetry
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Detachment pains me like uumbilical wounds.
I pick at the scabs
only to be reaqquainted with a kiss of pain.
Distant
like an astronaut from a scuba diver,
I'd rather take a cigarette burn
for every inch apart
than to foolishly bare this burden of sorrow.
I have become a canvas for your contempt
and your apathy is the salt on my wounds.

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If it can be destroyed, it SHOULD be.

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by RavusCor

darkness
Very, very sad and "darkly" poetic. A depth of pain wonderfully/scaringly expressed.

Nice piece of work

( Posted by: TAMMYHENDRIX [Member] On: May 25, 2008 )

Thank You
Appreciate you commenting. People tend to think all my writing is "Dark" but despair just happens to be one of my main inspirations.

( Posted by: RavusCor [Member] On: May 25, 2008 )

I feel ya!
Oh how I do relate to that! Despair is extremely motivating. An invaluable muse for writing.

( Posted by: TAMMYHENDRIX [Member] On: May 25, 2008 )

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