
Clean my body with boiling water
till my flesh is seared and scorched,
red and blistered. Itching until I pick
and pull my skin off.
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-Alina
Writer in San Francisco, CA

Slid into heaven
Thanks to raven wings and bones
It is a dark room
Scattering of beads, thunder
I wake in the morn
poem written in Tanka form

Clean my body with boiling water
till my flesh is seared and scorched,
red and blistered. Itching until I pick
and pull my skin off.
Thank you for reading! I hope you return in the future! Please follow or subscribe to read more poems!
-Alina