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Having thin wrists Ever so feminine, sharp as knives, slim as a needle. I eat and eat and eat But no fat ever gets stuck on my thin wrists. They stay thin in defiance. A boy asked another boy If he could break my thin wrists He looks at it rationally-coldly. It would just take a snap. But my wrists made of bones Composed of calcium, Same component As that boy’s wrist To think, to phantom, to assume, it would break so easily. Takes my breath away as I look at my thin wrists.
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May 16, 2019
May 16, 2019 at 9:19 PM UTC
Thin Wrists
Having thin wrists Ever so feminine, sharp as knives, slim as a needle. I eat and eat and eat But no fat ever gets stuck on my thin wrists. They stay thin in defiance. A boy asked another boy If he could break my thin wrists He looks at it rationally-coldly. It would just take a snap. But my wrists made of bones Composed of calcium, Same component As that boy’s wrist To think, to phantom, to assume, it would break so easily. Takes my breath away as I look at my thin wrists.
just some childhood memory I think back and wonder about it in my adult perspective
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May 16, 2019
May 16, 2019 at 9:19 PM UTC
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