Here I am...
************************************************************Sharp nails abrading
the tenderness off my skin
meaning to exfoliate the ghastly sight
beheld by a pair of reticent eyes
Ill refute
is the only face
it could recognize
This fury has been ignited
from an old flame
I have now been crowned
its doppelgänger
In memory of this stranger I replaced
I look nothing like the last woman
but our backs resemble in affliction
by same hands
and the same scourge
Though I am without fault
Has it always been congenital?
this hunger for love
To seemingly become magnetized
towards the frail and broken
As if my value
hangs in the balance
against my mastery to mend them all
Or is it just you?
my sweet swain of disaster
For whose ruins
I will eagerly rehabilitate
no matter my lack of skill
no matter the cost
Go on
Look at me
I’m paying soberly
for the sins of your past lovers
Elle Bor
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