Fixation
Easing the pain by scratching awayimperfections don't fester upon her façadeoozing purity of a blank slate she portrays "a princess" my father would exclaimto his daughter, he was a Godwho I praised by scratching away a face I face and fixatesince a princess appears as a fraudwho know how to scrape imperfection which display thoughts that I contemplate will foreplaya suffocation I barely graze since it's too far beyond my embrace, I embrace the picking of pain-- endless hours that reek of a bloody facescratched marks hidden under layerstrickling purity of a blank slate I so portray that escape of the obsessive maze in such a waywhich will make me less of a maraudethat way I can dilute the painpurity it so contaminates