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Jan 2021
I'm not obsessed with bones anymore
how they sound hollow
when tapped and prodded

I don't think about it anymore
hooking my fingers beneath, ripping
to crack open a wish

I barely imagine anymore
prying open all twenty four
to expose lungs, heart, liver

I almost never fantasize anymore
about pushing them back in tighter
the satisfying ache of missing pieces

I guess I still think about it
Undated, Sometime December 2020
Maya
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Maya  18/Genderqueer/California
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