Keloid Scars

The Astral Pains of Love, James R Eads
I want you to touch me,
Here, against the raised skin
inside my thighs
I want you to touch me,
Here, against the stitches
on my wrists
I want you to kiss me,
Here, against the bruised skin
on my neck
I want you to ask me,
If it hurt
And when I say,
It hurt like hell
I want you to kiss me
And tell me,

You won’t let me hurt myself anymore.

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