Picking Scabs Poem by Adryan Barnathan

Picking Scabs

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We bury our sins
We wash them clean
Nothing out of the ordinary
Whatever happened,
happened then
until someone or thing
thrusts us back there
caught up
in a wake
to be consumed
fighting demons
while they come
creeping closer
to investigate
a time when
you were lost
or broken down

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