Monday, October 29, 2018

Scab


Scab 

I pick at my scab.
Watching intently as the blood rushes to the surface. My fingertip touching the warm, merlot colored liquid. Bringing that wetness to my tongue. Tasting metallic, bittersweet memories of you.
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