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Steel Ribbed Corset
I step into the snow
I feel cold,
but it's not cold,
not really.
Just me,
and my breath of frost.
I feel my guts grinding
against my cool steel ribs.
Jailed.
They want to be released.
I should let them,
but I'm selfish.
I like the rumbling voice of hunger,
and the burn of bile
they provide,
I can almost forget
I'm starving.
My guts
churn.
Remind me I'm alive.
It's so cold, sometimes I forget.
Forget...
forget......
forget to eat.
I feel cold,
but it's not cold,
not really.
Just me,
and my breath of frost.
I feel my guts grinding
against my cool steel ribs.
Jailed.
They want to be released.
I should let them,
but I'm selfish.
I like the rumbling voice of hunger,
and the burn of bile
they provide,
I can almost forget
I'm starving.
My guts
churn.
Remind me I'm alive.
It's so cold, sometimes I forget.
Forget...
forget......
forget to eat.
Published 3rd Dec 2010
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