V
I opened my eyes.
And I screamed.
I screamed so loud
I turned my skin
inside out.
Forcing the blood I had left
to the surface.
And once I was painted,
I was silent.
There was nothing else to
say.
You could not ignore me any
longer.
I was a spot.
A sore.
A scab.
You had to pick me.
You had to make me
your own.
(https://adaysencounter.wordpress.com/2013/03/03/v/)
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