I sit in the bath and try to make amends I tell my body that I'm sorry, that I love her and want to nurture her And it feels sharp and rude sliding down my tongue. I look at my flesh and hold her gently, holding my hands back from pinching and grabbing and pounding in frustration. I love you and I'm sorry Please stick to my tongue and dissolve sweetly. Please mean it sometime soon. All I want is to hold all of my bones to my heart Keep them inside and insulate them from the cold. My brain split in two One side holds flowers The other armed with arrows Point me in the direction of resolution Pull back and launch with force Don't make me choose it- I probably won't.
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