Poetry

SkinDeep

I dove head first into a boiling pool that scalded my skin and left me burnt to the bone. 

It hurt to remain. 

It hurt to move. 

What followed on the shore was convulsion and torment, in its absolute purest form. 

Yet I am expected to dive in again. 

And I am condemned for finding it difficult to do so. 

Perhaps I should apologize instead, 

For my lack of skin. 

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2 thoughts on “SkinDeep

  1. Why do I relate to this so much T^T
    And it’s​ all the more confusing, to feel like having no one to tell of this pain, because jumping into that boiling pool was my choice to begin with, and so I’m left with feeling like I don’t deserve to feel this pain.

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