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“Skin”
The light reflecting back into my eyes,
Off of the metallic surface,
If blinds me in one sense,
But not the sense I need to be blinded
Vision may be gone,
Taken away by the glare on waves of light,
But sensation is still present,
And it is calling out to me
The cold sensation brushes against my skin,
Enticing, exciting,
But my hand only teases my desire,
For as much as I wish to take it in,
To flood my senses with new experiences,
My dam is thin walled, weak,
And barely able to withstand the normal flow
Any sudden rush will destroy it,
And as it crumbles my life will be carried away,
The current washing my thoughts, my desires, my essence,
The very me away until it crashes and cracks on the rocks below,
Leaving me shattered and broken
The light reflecting back into my eyes,
It fuels the hunger that cannot be fed,
The gentle pressure can only tease it,
Growing stronger but still ignored,
And despite the pain, the aching of life,
It's something to fill the hollow inside me.
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