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I looked into a mirror, took each one apart
Someone had asked me, What's your favourite body part?

Why not your eyes?
Ah, those ones betray me so easily when I cry

Your ears?
No, they too quickly give into their fears

Thought you'd say your lips
They are pretty, yes. But make many regrettable slips

Your nose?
Oh, it is too large and tends to spoil many a pose

And your teeth?
The top row is straight, but not those beneath

But your hands?
Ha, they get busy and selfish with their finds

And your feet?
Hmm... That's an idea but they're not too neat

What about your legs?
They'd sure do well if we compare them to pegs

Surely, your lungs?
They'd do anything for air, to whom do they really belong?

I know, I know! Your brain!
It'd be the best, if I could remember everyone's name☺

Someone asked, "what's your favourite body part?"

One that has stayed loyal to me from the very start
If I must choose a part, that would be my heart ♥
Blue fingernails
Rest on my shoulder
Pushing me forward
Urging me to be bolder

Blue fingernails
Applaud me loudest
Screaming the roof off
"She's the best!"

Blue fingernails
Shakes my hand
I know I did poorly
But in awe she stands

Blue fingernails
Always supports me
Holds my hand
As tender as can be

She's always beside me
And now I love blue
As much as she does
That much is true
I rolled on my back
The room is pitch black
Why can't I sleep?
I know, I really had to ***

I stumbled off the bed
Carrying my heavy head
Dragging my feet
Lazy eyes closed as I ran into a seat

Cold tiles chilling my sole
I couldn't even think clearly
Staying too late was taking its toll
As I reached the toilet missing it barely

A dreary road it was
On my way back to the room
I stubbed my toe but didn't curse
Right before I collided with a broom

Door shut behind me
I go to greet warm sheets
As I melt into the bed beneath
I know I've never felt more sleepy
She's sleek, silver and shiny
She's very large but I call her Tiny
She doesn't get angry, sad or whiny
I first saw her in the dealer's lot screaming, "buy me!"
I was on bed rest all afternoon
My eyes are droopy, my body's sore
I hope to be on my two feet soon
Give me some water, I want to drink more

Please, open the window blinds
I want to see the sun streaming in
Give me poems to work my mind
Let my body and soul's healing begin
It’s too hot to sleep, and so I’m sitting on the curb. A mosquito whispers in my ear and I lazily sweep her away, I don’t have time to listen.  Not tonight. Not now when his breath is stained with alcohol, not when his eyes are red from restless nights. Wakeless nightmares. He sits on the curb in silence--sitting next to me--hunched over, his spine silhouetted on his skin. And we sit there for hours, exchanging no words, only breaths. Each taking a turn breathing in a little poison.
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