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 Jun 2014 Julie Butler
Miira
Stretch marks.
  Cellulite.
    Scales.

Want.
  Pretty  

Reflection,
  Is that really me?

Knife.
  Shredder.
    Fats be gone.
      For the better.

Please?
trigger warning
Everything we've ever done was not a waste of time
But somewhere in the mess of it we lost the finish line
I want a chance to find again the end of what's begun
Without the possibility or threat of turning numb
If you could only see the way I see you in my sleep
You'd surely come to realize you weren't mine to keep
I've opened up enough to know I have no business here
Unwelcome since I first arrived, I should've disappeared
The day is new yet we are old and aging far too soon
I lack the things I need to have, it's barely even noon
inspired by City & Colour's, "Day Old Hate"
I dipped my skin in acetone to render it untrue
The look I have achieved - a simple shade of black & blue
I wonder if the people who can see it are surprised
But reckon there is nothing that will shock their states of mind
I haven't been exposed enough to feel them looking in
To ask them any questions I could even dare to spin
So if you want to look at all the flesh I've ever worn
I ask you to be gentle like you've never been before
I cannot bear the judgement of the people who are here
Who've come to make a mockery of all that I call dear
And yet I fail to move because I've paralyzed my bones
I guess I'll have to stand until I catch the final *stones
Tell me where you're coming from so I can write you off
Then I will put a question mark in place of what you thought
The Darkness brings the sleepyheads together in the night
But only those who know the sun will wake up to its Light
I wasn't even listening to anything you've said
I thought you would've noticed I was every kind of dead
I guess the people talking now can do it in their sleep
And force the words to leave their mouths, developed tendencies
But somewhere in the time it took for me to move my lips
I took a breath and let it out before it even clicked
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