I watched you cut me open.
The anesthetic was local
And I have seen my own bones broken
But never with such precision and ease
You stitched this up but it still bleeds.
We choked
and choked
but still
this breathes.
Aug 26, 2015
Aug 26, 2015 at 10:39 AM UTC
I watched you cut me open.
The anesthetic was local
And I have seen my own bones broken
But never with such precision and ease
You stitched this up but it still bleeds.
We choked
and choked
but still
this breathes.
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