Thursday, June 17, 2004

burnt my fingers

OUCH

plath can write abt being cut.

describing the thrill

getting burnt is different.

the intensity
scorns


peels ur skin away.
layer by layer

u're left in raw
that raw form

you've been trying to cover

all that u've put in
in building the layers.

just gone.

like that.

just like that.

and u're left bleeding.

clinging on to the last pathetic few pieces
of smoking skin

trying to retain some form of pride,

indignation.

u'll be whole again.soon.

but its a whole new layer

u'll be different.

for a while.
u'll be stuck w grafts.
from urself.
from others.

u wun be the same.

after a while a new layer will grow
stronger and thicker.

but it'll b awhile
before u grow into the new skin
and make it ur own.

you wun be urself again

you'll be stronger

and better equipped
to take on the heat and fire again.

proceed with caution.



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