Nick My Skin

Small slights and little lies
Nick …. my …. skin
Doesn’t hurt when it happens
Only when I notice them
Then they start to weep or bleed

If I get enough of them
I’ll be cut to ribbons
My bones showing through
Sorry and exposed and sad
A fool and his pain on display

I wish could rewrap myself
In the tatters of my hide
And hide from the world
The truth of the lies
That touch and taunt
And hurt and haunt

2 thoughts on “Nick My Skin

  1. hey greg – glad you’re feeling better for writing this (isn’t that at least part of why we write?) – just wanted to reiterate how lovely I think this poem is, sad as it is. Especially those last two lines 🙂

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