screaming goat.

All colours and sizes,
ridiculed by the ones
who need help the most.
For some it's a canvas
for others it's a curse.
For some it's a reason
to spill blood.

Skin for canvas
Skin for curse
A reason to spill blood
A vain to burst
Skin is skin
Be the person you are
In the skin you're in
No matter it's colour
Nor gender nor scars
It all turns to dust
Along with the Stars

It can burn and freeze
And feel every breeze,
every touch and pain,
changing and healing it every day.
Sometimes painted in red
blue and violet
But unique as the sky
having like billions
of mistakes among the stars

This is my skin,
That I slash open
To watch the blood drip
With the smile of a girl
Who is quite broken
A soft laugh spills from my lips
How do I live like this?

Your naked skin
I gently caress
Your naked skin
I gently kiss
Your naked skin
I protect from harm
Your naked skin
I keep you warm
Your naked skin
I gently soothing
your naked skin
So soft and smooth
Our naked skin
Entwined as one
Under the blazing sun

  • Authors: Screaming goat (Pseudonym), W.J.G.🕊, H.B, Ajax
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  • Finished: February 22nd, 2022 09:30
  • Limit: 15 stanzas
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  • Comment from author about the poem: Y'all know what to do. Have fun!
  • Category: Unclassified
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