Sandpaper

Sliding through the folds

In your skin

With my coarse hands

Your face torn by grimace

 

But you still love me

And want me

 

I rub my hand like sandpaper

I don’t mean to

But you’re still there

Smiling through the tears

Author: Jack Bennett

Born in Torbay, living in Bristol. One day I will find the right words, and they will be simple.

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