Sickly Relief

She could feel the

warm blood drip

down her ankle,

staining her white

socks. And even then

she still reached

down to scratch.

A sickly relief.

Her ankles were

covered in scars

from similar past

experiences,

little tan dots,

a constellation reminding

her that she still

had so much

room to grow.

She wondered if she

could ever be the

woman that resisted

the temptation of

sickly relief.

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