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Jan 2013
I pull into my skin;
into the marrow of my bones.
Truth
is somewhere in the joints you know,
somewhere in the muscle tissue.
It's constructed in brain cells
and ovaries.
You can find it in nail clippings
and period blood.
My ****** is screaming the truth,
she's yelling at you
and your ridiculous bulls---.
Because i swallowed you.
I chewed on your skin;
I tasted your blood.
I've licked the inside of your cheek
and collected strands of your hair.
but I choked on your joints
and threw up your bones.
I tasted your lies
in the folds of your skin
and they're burning my throat.
Written by
zoey glass
518
   Thomas Gagliardi
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