They break me open and scrape me out. Spread me thin until I’m translucent, devouring my flesh one small bite at a time. Complain it makes them sick but never question why I was rotten in the first place- you made me this way.
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5/6/2011
About
You are calm and reposed. Let your beauty unfold.
Pale white, like the skin stretched over your bones.
Spring keeps you ever close.
You are second hand smoke. You are so fragile and thin.
Standing trial for your sins.
Holding onto yourself the best you can.
The word warrior without a favorite day.
Ask and receive.
