You scour me
Leave me raw
You sand me down
Layers of myself fall
Your abrasive words
Rasp down deep
Leaving open sores
That begin to weep
Wells of venom
Poison all of me
The hurt you inflict
Shall not leave me be
The scars stay hidden
In a secret place
Hidden hurt hides
Behind this face
©Kim Brown 5th January 2013
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