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epithelialization

Scraping my nails over raw skin
I wish I could peel you off in swaths
Seconds slipping right over me
Counted by the soft crackling of detaching
But every grain I manage to pinch
Flakes off of me like forgiven sins
Grinding exfoliant over my burns
Shedding your stardust off me
It snows and seeps into the carpet
Molt through the pain until I am new