Poems ✍️
  16.04.2026
  33

Author: Adryan Barnathan

Picking Scabs

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


  guilt memory recurrence

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