Cantar De Procella

Release. Express.

Talk when angry, talk when in pain, talk when bitter.

Cry, laugh, shout.

Scraping you off.

Night by night, burning the marks off my skin, my heart, my soul.

Giving myself to other hands, strangers whose eyes mean nothing, whose touch means nothing. Whose scent means nothing.

Burn you off.

Not with words, with void, fake, empty words that only stimulate the brain into thinking it's actually experiencing something.

I am burning you off with fire and desire. With warm, REAL flesh that can exorcise the images imprinted in my head.

Let the healing begin.