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Sep 2013
i like to twist
and distort myself.
studying my bones.

i like to stretch up,
to count each, individual
rib.

i like to place my hands,
in the hollows of my hip bones
and pinch.

i like to feel
that deep, empty pit
where my stomach should be.

it's not there.
nothing's there.
and soon enough i won't be either.
Written by
olivia young
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