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Apr 2014
I did it again
the thing I said
I would never do.

I dropped the heavy bottle
on the razor blade
and crushed it
pulled the small blades out
separated them
one by one
and then separated my skin
pulling the cells apart
watching blood drip
my legs covered
my hips a canvas
on which I carve my pain.
Bec Miller
Written by
Bec Miller  Ann Arbor, MI
(Ann Arbor, MI)   
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