Skin

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You keep me held together
Even when I fall apart.
Synapse, sinew, hypothalamus and heart,
Caressed, contained, concealed.
You are like shield
That I am determined to rust,
Contaminating you with things that turn you to dust
And sores,
Scratching, flaking, fading,
Then lavishing with cream and attention to restore
To full health.
I do not mean to delve
Into such murky waters that blister, taint and stain.
If I can learn to love you,
Maybe, I can be whole once again.

 

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