It feels scaly as I I run my fingers against it
The bubbles have lost feeling
I wonder if It'll ever feel again
Burn baby burn
Try to conceal it
It feels like the walls cave in
As smoke leaves my breath
Bubbles and bubbles of ick
I used to wear you paper thin
Ink you up
He kisses you
I feel you baby soft
You are so tough
I remember you weren't mine
I remember when I excepted that
I remember when I claimed you back
I wear you bumpy
I wear you soft
I wear you everyday
I wear you all day long
When your in pain I feel it to
I'm sorry that you're damaged
I'm sorry that you're screwed
The skin for now I hold on to.
YOU ARE READING
Phosphenes
PoetryA ring or spot of light produced on the eyeball or direct stimulation of the visual system other than light.
