It soothes me so.
Alone in the bathroom on a Friday afternoon
So my face has time to heal before Monday.

And I am a fiend for those little suckers
Content in my search and destroy
Over the battlefield of my forehead.

And the hurt is so good
So disgustingly good.

I find the deepest satisfaction in unearthing the old-timers,
Camped out for months in the hollow of my cheek.
An undignified menace that grosses people out.

And I use my sebum seeking weapons
In the well-practiced art
Of blackhead removal.

To which I say,
You love it too.

09/22/2011

Posted on 09/23/2011
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