Skin

Skin

A Poem by Andrew John
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Freeverse

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We look at the clean, perfect face,
feel that smoothness
against the backs of our fingers,
long to stroke it with our fingertips,
place our lips against it, sniff, rub gently.
That was yesterday.

Today, fingernails dig
into a scab on that skin.
Try to pull it off that face, let out blood?
Do you still love it,
that flesh, that skin?
That being? Today?

(12 Dec 2023)

© 2023 Andrew John


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Speaks to me about conflict with oneself. A reminder to not look in the mirror when having a bad day. Good morning Andrew.

Chris

Posted 8 Months Ago


Andrew John

8 Months Ago

Thanks, Chris. And I hate reading this poem. I'm always made to say yuk when I think of scabs. Ugh!
Chris Shaw

8 Months Ago

Maybe be careful with the razor (lol)

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Added on December 12, 2023
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Andrew John
Andrew John

Carmarthen, Wales, United Kingdom



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