poem.

Scratching

looks like red ink
maybe I just spilled a blob -
no, NO! Stop, stop it
stop hurting yourself,
oww, I can't,
go wash this off,
cut your nails,
look what you did.

Copyright (C) 2000 by Shiri Dori

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...Above is a poem I wrote several years ago. The odd thing is, my atopic was totally off at the time, but some triggers of extremely red color caused these deeply entrenched memories to jump to the surface and cause a very strong reaction (to me, anyway). I stumbled upon it today and decided it's worth sharing. I'll write more about scratching one of these days, but for now this is all I can say.