Monday, August 19, 2013


remember that day
when your skin pulled back
like paper
burnt on the edges and fragile
as the extension of yourself
to people you do not
the question, only a matter
of time
and the pressure
of fingers to wrist
remember when the pain felt
just like this
when you could not
get away
from the fear of repetition
and the closing door's admission
that you are scarred, singed
with disbelief.