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Sep 2013
i bit through my fingers
i ate my fingers down to the knuckles
bone has a rough texture and
my teeth cannot break through to plentiful marrow

i clenched the exposed knuckles and made a fist in an attempt to vaguely hit who i thought
was bound to be there
but no one was there
so i spat blood as i hit myself in the face for an hour

sometimes horses can be used for therapy
and sometimes they cannot be utilized if they break their legs
Joe Satkowski
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Joe Satkowski  United States
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