Thursday, January 14, 2016

A Poem: "OCD Fingertips"

My thumb throbs
The heat from the tip
Just beside the nail
Where I peeled the skin
Bit by layer by thumbprint ring by
Exposed blood vessel
Pooling underneath thick layer
Tough skin, reddened
Still I dig, clippers under nails.
Here I've forgotten
What the digging nail searches for:
Uniform skin,
Throbbing heat,
Pulsing pain to pick up pen.
Or it is simply for that sensation?
thick on raw skin, tip to nail,
As I run thumb over thumb
For hours after.

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