Written by m ennenbach

erased

her touch
erased the scars
of years of abuse
leaving
fresh pink skin

her smile
erased the words
driven like spikes
into
lagging muscle

reborn in the flames of raw emotion as the past vanishes slowly, burnt line by line from the histories of a broken fool

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