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Iaccus
Powerful words. My scars are not on my hand,they are on my arms from the nights I would scratch myself to rid his sensation from my skin. I would feel his hands, his and his breath on my arms, like maggots rummaging the carcass of a dead deer. As I was reading the poem I checked my arms, the markings are still there. They remain and his touch sometimes returns and struggle not to scratch him from my life.
An accomplice in crime. He would cleanse me of my sins with the sprinkle of holy water, my sins but I never heard it was his sin. How sad the world is for him to have convinced these acts were my doing and I needed to be cleansed. Clearly his accomplice in this dubious tryst.
Kevin
Powerful words. My scars are not on my hand,they are on my arms from the nights I would scratch myself to rid his sensation from my skin. I would feel his hands, his and his breath on my arms, like maggots rummaging the carcass of a dead deer. As I was reading the poem I checked my arms, the markings are still there. They remain and his touch sometimes returns and struggle not to scratch him from my life.
An accomplice in crime. He would cleanse me of my sins with the sprinkle of holy water, my sins but I never heard it was his sin. How sad the world is for him to have convinced these acts were my doing and I needed to be cleansed. Clearly his accomplice in this dubious tryst.
Kevin
30something
Registrant
I agree with Kevin. Powerful. The future IS yet to be written.
(((iaccus)))
Asa
(((iaccus)))
Asa
