Friday, 31 August 2012

• its going to wash off
  like magic marker
  you keep rubbing the saliva into your skin
  hoping to avoid a shower
  it was like that
  all those first times
  it takes years to get used to
  being soiled
  its a strangulation of voices
  silence in between breaths
  you could never imagine
  the heaviness
  the weight of things never said
  I always liked the rain
  but it never poured hard enough
  I was forever left
  looking for new ways
  to rid myself
  of my own weakness
  fresh water and pain don't mix
  you need to taste the salt
  feel the burn
  I drench myself in oceans
  fires
  dirt
  but underneath
  the marks still crawl
  beneath my skull
  

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