Unraveled | Poems that Suck

There's a flap of flesh
 along side my thumbnail.
  I wonder what would happen
   if I pulled at it?

I imagine it would cleave
 the skin, running all the 
  way to the bone, like some
   wayward thread.

And what would I find, there,
 hidden beneath the flesh? A 
  lifetime of regret, lies, doubt
    and self loathing.

Best to leave it alone.

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