Raw

It's been months since I've attempted to write. So... this is crap.




My senses have been sparpened.
I hear what you think about me.
I don't dare repeat it,
you'll deny it,
I know it.

Like an Edgar Allen Poe story.
Has the man poisoned my mind?
A Tell-Tale Heart sounds like heaven.
Just to hear a heart beat.

Deadfully nervous.
Fingers hastefully drag through knotted hair.
Twitch. Fidget.
Fight it, fight it....
Emotions run on high.
Eyes darting,
paranoia,
sweating bullets.
Raw feelings.

Raw skin.

Chewing at the fingernails,
chomping at the bit.
Am I insane to love this?
Is it wrong to want to feel?

Honey, wake up.
Time to re-connect.

I close the book.
It's dreadfully cold.
Grab a sweater.
Cover the wounds.

Eventually, this tattered and red skin will fade.
Fingernails grow back, my love.
Take his picture off the wall,
because we both know
he went no where.