Skin – May 7, 2019

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.

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