Scratch Poem by Sabrina Nicolas

Scratch

Rating: 2.7


I think my niche is nowhere near you.
But like a persisting itch I'll somehow get through,
I swear-
I'll be over you.

Thaumaturgy is never my thing.
The only marvel here is you.
I think I'm tough.
My skin is thick-
How do you still get under it?

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