Skin

Freeverse

We look at the clean, perfect face,
feel that smoothness
against the backs of our fingers,
long to stroke it with our fingertips,
place our lips against it, sniff, rub gently.
That was yesterday.

Today, fingernails dig
into a scab on that skin.
Try to pull it off that face, let out blood?
Do you still love it,
that flesh, that skin?
That being? Today?

(12 Dec 2023)

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

Speaks to me about conflict with oneself. A reminder to not look in the mirror when having a bad day. Good morning Andrew.

Chris

[Andrew John]

Thanks, Chris. And I hate reading this poem. I'm always made to say yuk when I think of scabs. Ugh!

[Chris Shaw]

Maybe be careful with the razor (lol)