I like picking scabs. My own usually, beacuse half the fun of peeling dried bits of blood off wounds is the sensation of doing just that. I had a lovely scab- a great plateau of brown rock, broken in a jagged surface with bits of fossilised cotton wool. I picked it, bit by bit, in little grainy scraps to reveal beautiful shiny pink skin.
I like playing god.
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Better when the scab isnt ripe for the picking yet and then there are bloody bits. Very fun.
*itch itch*
*scratch scratch*
Disgusting, I say.
@opaline- Yes! It's brilliant! After that, mini scabs form on the body of the original scab-it's breath-taking!
@elendil- Dhat!
Leaves a mark, it does.
Now I have a polka-dotted scab! Retro, I am!
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