
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

She claws her way out
of hell, Cerberus howling
breeze warms frigid air
Young buds stretch for blossoming
birds fluttering in the trees

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