Man, there are some disturbing images in this, namely skin peeling off in layers and the finger down the throat. I think I'd have to come back and read this again to properly get a feel for this...I keep getting distracted from the poem by my roommate's music. Anyway, yeah, this seems to be a lot deeper than what my mind is letting me comprehend. Keep writing! :)

this piece is really intense esp. the line 'i’m still scratching at skin with a finger down my throat.' but please if you are still doing that please *stop* you are very pretty & shouldn't have to go through that...

oh wow this feels like somehting i could have written i can relate that much. "i’m still scratching at skin with a finger down my throat"

harsh images, really brutal and the pain just surges through it. moving and sad. tragic even.