by on October 6, 2017 :: 0 comments

Never truly satisfied
Like a constant itch
Almost straight lines
Almost neat piles

Little mistakes
And imperfections
Build under my skin
So I scratch
Until little pieces
Of my body
Flake away

Slowly but surely
I rip through the many
Layers of irritation
Because sometimes
It’s the little things
That eventually
Kill you

editors note:

We kill ourselves in so many little ways, just to stay alive. (Julia has a new collection, “White Wine & Medical Marijuana,” available on Amazon. Get your copy here. Congrats, Julia!) – mh clay

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