Gouging My Flesh Poem by James McLain

James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By

Gouging My Flesh



The razor does not gouge out my flesh.
It's only thin their as it cuts.
Even through the slice pried apart.
I become hard at the hair you pull out.
Your crying has stopped taste my blood.
While my flesh is torn apart at the hip.

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James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By
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