Dark red rashes up along my legs
Hot burning cream on dry snakeskin
Warm red rivers against my freezing hands
Bloody sprinkles on my nasty back
Splotches of missing skin leaves clear liquid trickling down
Fabric in my wounds grows into my itching flesh
Red eye
Red chin
My body covered in sin
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Author:
Mr. Not (
Offline) - Published: January 8th, 2023 10:59
- Comment from author about the poem: eczema is awful in the winter
- Category: Reflection
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I hear this! The dry air doesn’t help either.
no, makes it even worse sadly.
why sin though?
its natural and so devoid of sin
merely a skin condition
but eh what do i know
hope it regresses soon
my friend used to use some kinda E20 cream I think
but you probably know the best treatments already..
thanks for sharing
I usually think of my condition as a price for my past lifes behaviour
thanks for commenting
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