Drawn into my skin,
into my brain,
like a drug,
a hit,
a glass of wine.
Intoxicating.
Infuriating.
Foreign,
but a part of me,
not easy to let go.
Taken in.
Taken over.
How can I be rid of you,
when you're a part of me?
Chelating with a new love
only gets me hooked again,
and nothing else
can draw you out,
remove your sting,
make me pure again,
except a few kind words from you.
And time.
This was written for Sunday Scribblings.
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4 comments:
Effective and rather moving...
August 4, 2013 at 2:42 PMChelating..what a vivid description..i guess what we have taken in stays with us even when it is scoured out..but it can build as well as destroy..i hope..i hope..absorbing words.. x
August 5, 2013 at 4:19 AMIt's an almost love lorn. But in some ways it makes me think of my kids. I like cheelating.
August 6, 2013 at 5:03 AMKnowing that she will fall in the trap or the same routine over and over clearly demands a set of new rules. Unless of course there is something that draws the character in only to regret it later...again!
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