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for a moment consider wiping away hardened edges smearing the razor blade lines of your rusted smile of your painted rib cage imagine the terror no—the horrific beauty of a new self. who would be your ruler to measure your growth; or would you grow at all? would you fall into the same ash-colored patterns your mother sewed into your dresses and polished into your patent leather shoes only acceptable on Sunday mornings? how would you redefine your name that has grown to fill the teeth inside your mouth and weigh down your jaw bone with jagged cement? and honey even if you could do all of those things where would you go? who wants to know the carcass you washed clean, void of those scars behind your left knee cap and that freckle on your temple? what of those sunshine laughs that colored your bedroom walls and crocodile tears that littered the linoleum bathroom floor? new beginnings are frivolous because with the same canvas the same acrylic paints the same brush strokes you’re left with an original copy.
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Mar 25, 2017
Mar 25, 2017 at 5:55 PM UTC
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for a moment consider wiping away hardened edges smearing the razor blade lines of your rusted smile of your painted rib cage imagine the terror no—the horrific beauty of a new self. who would be your ruler to measure your growth; or would you grow at all? would you fall into the same ash-colored patterns your mother sewed into your dresses and polished into your patent leather shoes only acceptable on Sunday mornings? how would you redefine your name that has grown to fill the teeth inside your mouth and weigh down your jaw bone with jagged cement? and honey even if you could do all of those things where would you go? who wants to know the carcass you washed clean, void of those scars behind your left knee cap and that freckle on your temple? what of those sunshine laughs that colored your bedroom walls and crocodile tears that littered the linoleum bathroom floor? new beginnings are frivolous because with the same canvas the same acrylic paints the same brush strokes you’re left with an original copy.
rachelbirdsongg
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Mar 25, 2017
Mar 25, 2017 at 5:55 PM UTC
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