Decay

There’s a wound I hang on to

Like a cavity I won’t get filled

I finger it with my tongue

Test it out each time, anew

Is the pain still there? Yes, it is

This old friend, this pain that feels like me

6 thoughts on “Decay”

Megha's World says:

January 30, 2018 at 5:28 pm

poignant

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1. lifeontheskinnybranches says:
  
  January 30, 2018 at 5:55 pm
  
  Thank you
  
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bonsallesart says:

January 30, 2018 at 7:43 pm

Really good. I know all about cavities. Me and my sweet tooth.

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1. lifeontheskinnybranches says:
  
  January 31, 2018 at 5:54 am
  
  Thanks!
  
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sgeoil says:

January 30, 2018 at 8:03 pm

Wow, you really captured that human quality of hanging onto our wounds.

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1. lifeontheskinnybranches says:
  
  January 31, 2018 at 5:54 am
  
  So human…
  
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