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Jan 2015
I have never seen my own face
Tell me what I should know

Crimson bursts from my sutures
The stitches dotting my spine dissolve and integrate themselves into what's left of the body's nervous system
I lay in pools of my own involuntary spew as I cackle with open eyes trapped in the depths of sleep
Joe Satkowski
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Joe Satkowski  United States
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