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Sticky Fingers

Sticky Fingers

i have always been known for picking the stringy flesh on the palms of my hands / like i was picking cherries from a leaning tree / like that time i peeled my clothes off my sticky skin / the burn in my arms pinned bedtime stories in my mouth / when i press and peeling palm over my eyes / pull away those secrets, let them marinate in my skin / ten years old, already burning holes in my jeans from the gravel nicking my skin / always playing a game that ended with my head shoved in the dirt by other grubby hands / feet calloused leaving blood prints against the bark of a tree / screaming you can’t catch me to the goblins at the base of the tree / they feed on the red ribbons dripping from my knees / but ever since that time i nearly broke my neck from falling out of a tree backwards, i watched my skin scab / when shiny flesh formed over memories / the new skin could not put a sheet over my body / but i allowed my shadow to stretch over colossal eyes / i am left with scrapbook skin; scars from reenactments and missing eyes

Akirah is a bi-racial queer teenager who lives in sunny Northern California with three dogs. They enjoy reading and writing fiction and prose poetry and have attended California State Summer School of the Arts for creative writing in the summer of 2016.
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