Barbed on my heart – 2

Drip, drip – red dots On white surface of the sink. Washing away my pain. Spike after spike From my bleeding flesh I’m pulling it out. Barbed of memories, Deep barbed of believes - One by one – away! Tears of sharp pain, I still have flashbacks at nights. I need to pull it out. My opened wound, This bleeding, hurting meat When it will be over? Waiting, pulling out, slowly, one by one…   
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