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Second Time

May 14, 2010
By Anonymous

And weak,
As if she were a thousand years old,

She knew she’d break any minute---



Fall apart
Into grains of sugar porcelain,

And closed her eyes and scratched at the wood of the doorframe,

Engraving the thin line


The way she figured





He’d engraved the thin line inside of her,



Behind her blind eyes




And under her flawed skin.


The author's comments:
it hurt, today.

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