Eczema and Erosion

Short and bitter, written years ago.

Cracked, red raw

   sore.

     The flesh of my feelings-

you rip through them once more.

It's called erosion, my friend.

      

       End.

Author's Note

Written years ago in the back of my diary. I quite like how the words just trip along and how it's so simple, but then is it too simple and am I just too used to reading it in a certain way? I feel so basic haha :|