Laura Stevenson - Dermatillomania

This acid flush of shame
Can only be man-made
Its ugly roses bloom and wither when I look away

The photographic bulb
It flashes and explodes
Only when I'm edging close to feeling weightless

I'm a finger-breadth away
And then I see your face

Are you rolling in your grave
While I soak it with my piss?
From the basement of your house, I can't find my way out of it

So scar up where it counts
No one can see me now
Dermatillomania, we lay our flags down

And it's not a sign of hope
It's not a suit of armor
Only a reminder

And then I see your face
Its features are the skyline of a city I can't place
A city struck with plague and now your eyes are out of frame
But I'll always know your name

You're lucky that you died before I could sing

Now you're exorcised
Now that I have hexed you
Now you're exorcised from my mind

Written by:
Laura Stephenson

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