Want to shed this skin.
Urges come and go.
To release the hate
It holds me tight,
Binded.
Cracking the door
Open, as it shuts.
Slammed in my face.
Fuel trickling on the fire.
Burning in its place.
Right where I am,
Is right where I’ll be.
Skin – May 7, 2019
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DoRee MelNic 