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Oct 2020
You ate my body like a commodity,
until I was nothing but skin and bones,
and then you used my bones as
materials further still.

Until I was nothing but empty
skin that you squeezed every
drop fromβ€”until there was
nothing left for you to take.

You see the world through dollar signs,
making every red flag shine greenβ€”
until you're blind to the way I bleed.
Tea Bland
Written by
Tea Bland  Genderqueer/PNW
(Genderqueer/PNW)   
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   Shubhankar Mathur, Onyx and Patrick
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