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I am ugly woman’s man hands Leathered to stringy flesh strips dried by harsh cruelty of the sun My pillows of porcelain skin Transmuted into mother’s spider hands Nicotine stained hide stretched across toothpick strong bones like a new year’s dragon Puppeteered by her to squeeze a tube of tobacco between two knuckley fingers Strong scales of keratin crown each digit and serve to flick cigarette or pick sick fleas Now I’ve inherited those one morning woke up transmuted
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Aug 6, 2018
Aug 6, 2018 at 8:03 AM UTC
Transmuted
I am ugly woman’s man hands Leathered to stringy flesh strips dried by harsh cruelty of the sun My pillows of porcelain skin Transmuted into mother’s spider hands Nicotine stained hide stretched across toothpick strong bones like a new year’s dragon Puppeteered by her to squeeze a tube of tobacco between two knuckley fingers Strong scales of keratin crown each digit and serve to flick cigarette or pick sick fleas Now I’ve inherited those one morning woke up transmuted
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Aug 6, 2018
Aug 6, 2018 at 8:03 AM UTC
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