Scratch

Like a scared memory

I kept scratching myself out

Over

And 

Over

Again

Wondering if ever this will end

If ever I will actually write down poetry

And not shred the paper

If ever I will write of what happened

And re-read it without

Wanting to watch it burn

I kept writing 

And

Scratching 

Till one day 

The words came out so unfamiliar 

That I didn’t have to scratch anymore 

Myself 

Or

The words.

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