stop picking at it
is good advice
the nail slips under
the edge of the brown, cracked scab
lifting
lifting slowly
watch the old coagulation
crease and sweat serum
as it rolls up
you’ll leave a mark
you’ll make a scar
why do that to your skin
once so soft so
[the insides of eggs are soft
but so are omelettes]
dig
dig
into flesh
not frantically
you’re not a beast
this is science
after all
a white coat
a bunsen burner
a double-blind
how many times
can you heal
over in the same spot
before the blood gives up
before the skin gives up
before the heart gives up
Words and Feathers 
Okay, how creepy is it that I just finished watching Silence of the Lambs?
I have a feeling the blog and the heart can take whatever the skin can, and then some…
It puts the lotion…
Ewww…
Ha ha ha!
Man. Blog should have been blood. I was tempted to leave it.
That’s awesome! I thought blog worked perfectly…
Ha ha ha! 😂
You madman.
Such imagery. The short sentences add to the impression of picking – so evocative.
Thanks! I just can’t leave things alone!
Ewww! When you lifted the scab, I cringed and dry heaved.
Isn’t it gross? Still, something satisfying about it, like peeling a sunburn.