February 2, 2014
Tilt your head back to hold in the tears
Grab and pull rough skin
Jab your flesh
Hands shake and children laugh
Rake your nails across your arm
Blue eyes glistening with tears
Heat dancing on your body
Teasing you
The cold tiles of the bathroom floor
Beacon you
Memories craving magnificent terror
Lies drip from the corners of their mouths
Everyone carved from salty bones
And your smile ink-stained
You say,
"I am nobody"

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