GammaGhosts

Crutches for the crippled, band-aids for the wounded. Kisses to soothe the pain. As a child, I liked to scratch my skin until it bled. I liked the sight of it; the tiny rivulets of red.     The best part however, would be to pick on the scabs to see what hid underneath. Even as I learned that the result would be no different, no matter how many times I executed this experiment - I continued to dig my nails in deep. Perhaps out of stubbornness. Perhaps out of conviction. One day there'd be a great discovery, of that I was sure - still am - I suppose. Nowadays my skin remains untouched, albeit a bit marred from the experience. For a while