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Aug 2016
Inferiority and humiliation
Are my prison guards.
The body within my outer-self
Creates shivs out of my skills
But...
She is not very skillful at weaponry.
And the wall is plastered with anxiety
And the complete inability to
Express who I am.
My mouth is stitched shut, my shiv is
Not yet sharp enough, and
Its edges keep chipping.
Deanna M Zarrillo
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Deanna M Zarrillo  Stony Brook, NY
(Stony Brook, NY)   
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