Hacked at and carved into
thin and taut, this skin
beckoned into and hidden.
Poked at and passed-over
I prayed, prayed on
beaten into submission.
can no one see this -
this that so held near
Holy, this virgin decision.
Here's where I keep adding in random scribbles in poetic form. Enter. Write. Read. Stay. Leave.
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