Skin-Deep Exavacations

November 18, 2011
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Skin-Deep Excavations

They dug into the soft undersides of my arms
Entrenching themselves in the tissue between my skin and bones
Oh how I hated
Those manicured cuticles
Shaped like perfect half-moon crescents
Taunting and cruel, the image of perfection and pain
And dreams built on twisted words
They excavated deep into my arms
And treacherous teardrops,
Briny and tinged with regret,
Stalked down the tip of my nose.

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Haley S. said...
Dec. 7, 2011 at 9:15 am
I this about being betrayed by someone? It sounds painful. Really like this poem. Simile's awesome!
SecretSasha said...
Dec. 6, 2011 at 1:30 pm
I'm not sure what this is about, but I personally felt that it was an eating disorder personified... this is a really great poem.
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