acne scars

acne scars

A Poem by g. g.

acne scars

picking at old wounds to open them up again. smearing blood along the side of my face, seeing how it dries on my fingers. it is addicting. i cannot help but hurt myself. i feel disgusting. my wounds are hot and i feel sick, and i look repulsive. but the catharsis is comforting as i compulsively carve my skin i cannot stop it from happening.

© 2019 g. g.


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