The Entrails of My Mind
Monday, 14 August 2017
The days peel slowly
The days peel slowly
Like a grey plaster
And each day I feel rawer and rawer
Thrust into the light
When all I'd like is to hide.
I know I'll have to feel the pain eventually
But for now let me pretend that the wounds and the world don't exist.
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