Cold metal pressed against my skin
The fence post behind me digging through my shirt to my bare back
I feel the flesh tear away and my blood become exposed
Hot steamy tears run down my face
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very descriptive..cute talent..thumbs up..IF thou wert a novelist, thou 'd be the best.Am also a teen, and am proud of ya. ~savage~