I've noticed lately my scars,
they're starting to itch.
I mean, my skin is always a bit
itchy. This is different though.
Its like, when a scab is ready to come off
and it itches so badly but
you can't scratch it 'cause
it still hurts. Most of my scars are still
pink and shiny and brand spanking
new, but those aren't the ones that
itch. It's the old ones.
The ones I gave to myself
when I hated myself.
The deep ones.
The ones I never cleaned.
I wanted them to scar.
I wanted them to stay
raw and purple
and oozing
forever.
They're itchy.
The demons that were locked in
under new skin.
They want
out.
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