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Apr 2013
i can feel all the bones in the back of my neck
with my hands
protruding
hard
rounded
under the tight blanket of my skin
they keep my head up
big job they have
it’s always hanging down
heavy with the weight of little things that don’t really matter
so few in numbers
so many in strength
curled into a ball
i can feel each one
a little bump beneath my skin
can they really be connected?
blankets curled around my feet
too hot
too cold
the quiet light falling over me
there's a skeleton inside of me
that's all i am
underneath all this blubber
bones
i feel my neck bones
heavy with the weight of little things
i'm not even sure what the **** this is, i just woke up at like 2 in the morning, wrote this on a word doc, then went back to sleep.
so please excuse it's suckage.
sara
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sara
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