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Three Tears Left My Eyes
And all of a sudden
I am measuring my arms
And wrists
Realizing they are the same size
As my little cousins leg
And I can still see my ribs
And I feel as though I am nothing but bone
And I look in the mirror
I see a skeleton
With bloodied limbs
Cut by its own fingernails
Now I cannot unsee that same skeleton
With its bloody hands
Covered over its old faded scars
I see it every time I look at me
And it asks
“Wouldn’t you like to see your blood again?”
I am measuring my arms
And wrists
Realizing they are the same size
As my little cousins leg
And I can still see my ribs
And I feel as though I am nothing but bone
And I look in the mirror
I see a skeleton
With bloodied limbs
Cut by its own fingernails
Now I cannot unsee that same skeleton
With its bloody hands
Covered over its old faded scars
I see it every time I look at me
And it asks
“Wouldn’t you like to see your blood again?”
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