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Feb 2014
you watch quietly as your very own flesh splits
the edges curl, distort, and contract
alive, they dance for you
dark fluid rushes out
rolls along the counter, seeps into tile's cracks
maybe then you realize you've gone too far
allow this
a greedy grin gathers at your mouth

your body is no longer
your pain is no longer
vacant
Madison Bowman
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