Wash me, I cry, as the washcloth glides over my limbs, sore from the day and achy from unspent emotion. I long to be clean, the dark tears peeled away, making what is underneath luminescent. I want to be scrubbed young, innocent and protected.

4 thoughts on “Peeled

  1. Hi Elizabeth, you having a break from blogging or are you having problems with your wordpress? Mine is making it difficult to link up to people’s blogs from their gravatars don’t know what’s wrong with it.
    Anyway I hope you’re well and having a nice weekend.
    Charlotte 🙂

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