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Apr 2019
I am the *******
who grounded up my bones
into a fine white flour,
who stuck sticks
under my nails,
until my fingers would be
opened red wounds
dripping blood on the muddy earth
beneath the legs
I amputated myself.

But,
Sweetie,
never in your wildest dreams
should you dare believe
that I would let you
hurt a centimeter of me.

The only person
who I would let hurt me
is the one only one I should belong to.
Me.
Written by
Joy
115
     Fawn and Pax
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