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this year is my year i cut my teeth on the years before i scraged my knees in '15 bled from my bitten tongue in ‘16 '17 saw me merciful and forgiving and then loveless on the bathroom floor sitting in bathtubs my existence held in the displacement of water in porcelain this year is my year   try and take it from my bloodied knuckles take it from my hanging jaw the years before chipped away at me with chisel and work roughened hands the years before cut me out of marble carved my mouth closed swathed me in veils, made my stone flesh look soft this year is my year your chisels will blunt on my skin and when you turn your back to find something sharper i'll slip down the stone steps leave my veils on your studio chair and melt out into the night this year is my year there’s no material thing keeping me nothing mortal holds me here this year i am free to drift between the realms and rifts of space i will be interstellar hung in the place between stars this year is my year ******* try to take it from me i wonder if the years before made you into diamonds too the only thing that can cut me now is me.
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Mar 10, 2018
Mar 10, 2018 at 12:56 PM UTC
last year i abstained, this year i devour
this year is my year i cut my teeth on the years before i scraged my knees in '15 bled from my bitten tongue in ‘16 '17 saw me merciful and forgiving and then loveless on the bathroom floor sitting in bathtubs my existence held in the displacement of water in porcelain this year is my year   try and take it from my bloodied knuckles take it from my hanging jaw the years before chipped away at me with chisel and work roughened hands the years before cut me out of marble carved my mouth closed swathed me in veils, made my stone flesh look soft this year is my year your chisels will blunt on my skin and when you turn your back to find something sharper i'll slip down the stone steps leave my veils on your studio chair and melt out into the night this year is my year there’s no material thing keeping me nothing mortal holds me here this year i am free to drift between the realms and rifts of space i will be interstellar hung in the place between stars this year is my year ******* try to take it from me i wonder if the years before made you into diamonds too the only thing that can cut me now is me.
#atwood#quote#inspired
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Mar 10, 2018
Mar 10, 2018 at 12:56 PM UTC
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