Dharma Khalsa

Sensation

Dharma Khalsa

You pick at your flesh trying to gouge out the imperfections. Leaving red marks and scars all over your body. Tensing muscles, attempting to relieve the tingling sensation between your legs. That burning is just your imagination.

And when you begin yelling at yourself waiting for the red light to change. Because action distracts you from the sensitivity of a heightened perception. That you misconstrue to be a true reality And you’ve picked yourself to bits. So why stop at physical abuse.

My flesh is crawling. Remembering hands on my skin that are soft and kind. As opposed to the piercing cut of my own nails.

He says I’m sexy. Calls me pretty girl. There was a montage of fucking and sleeping but then nothing. You were gone and all I can remember are the hands. The ones that weren’t mine. Distracting me from my obsessive need to perfect what was never wrong.

That burning sensation is just in my imagination.