From Your Hands to Burns

I've got burns

where your hands used to lie

collateral damage

of the hands-on training I have

I hear girls say

they wish their skin would burn

where those boys had touched them

to erase any trace of them

as if it was as easy

as water spilt on ink-filled papers

the irony that

where your fingertips used to graze,

3,000°F metal has covered up

almost as if supernatural signs

a woman asked me today

if I needed help

if there was someone she should call for me

I looked at her with utter confusion

and she motioned to my circular burns

slowly healing but scratch marks

from my incessant clawing

small enough to be the remnants of needles

especially in the crook of my elbow

it reminded me of when

I told you I had an addiction-prone personality

it runs in the family

and your words were exactly

"The beginning of an addiction, is the end of us."

such irony in that promise, Devil