Gin & Raw Skin

i cant stop scratching,

and there are bloody dots all over my arm,

and i can’t stop scratching.


and oh how it burns,

but in a pleasant way?

almost like taking a shot of gin.

not that i’ve ever tasted gin,

i don’t even drink.


regardless,


i hope it scars.

no i don’t.

well,

maybe.

that’s my life.

maybe.


and it burns when i bend my arm,

when the skin has to move,

because that how life is,

no?

moving hurts.

everything hurts.


anyways,

i think i’ll be fine.

i hope it sticks around a bit,

just as a reminder of how terrible i am,

or as a reminder that i’m not well.

i’ll take either or,

i’m not picky.


did you know that my name means to sing?


yeah.


oh.

i’ve stopped scratching.


i wonder if i’ll continue if i stop writing.


i hope i never stop writing.

i hope i stop writing.

i hope, i hope, i hope-

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