The Suffers

I am  flayed
I have prayed
My  tattered back
Splays its flesh
Bloodred  to the
Smarting  air - I can
Bear  the pain I can
Bear  - it's the
Thoughts  that lacerate,
Take  me far from here
To  where
You  were - the places
Been: can't bear
Such  pain in different
Scenes  of suffering -
Let me  take the real
Leather, this bloodspill.
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