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May 2014
panic,
held me down underwater
breathe in the shame, i cannot feel unless it hurts
***** goddess, porcelain queen
swallow the cure, puke it up for that doctor

i am aware that i am incomplete
i am numb within her, without her
the wasps in my stomach do not sleep,
so i opened up the wound

panic,
break my neck beneath the ocean
death wrapped up in my favorite colors
dirt angel, child of wormsΒ Β 
bury that need like a corpse
Rebecca Lawson
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Rebecca Lawson
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