Log in

Undressing · Of · A · Salad


Recent Entries · Archive · Friends · Profile

* * *
Steam rising up
Suds cascading down
My neck and back and front
Along my arms, along my legs
I watch as the water and suds form ripples as they pass over the little scars that now cover my leg. I touch them with my finger, tracing the lines. They are fading but still visible. Some of the marks, the deeper ones, the ones you can’t see, will never fade away
Current Music:
* * *