A zip runs from my forehead to my bellybutton
Pull it down
step out
fresh and new and clean
"you ruined me," I say at the sobbing sick-stained fat
thrown on the bathroom floor
For all She's done
you still can't see Her beauty.
Feb 7, 2020
Feb 7, 2020 at 10:53 AM UTC
A zip runs from my forehead to my bellybutton
Pull it down
step out
fresh and new and clean
"you ruined me," I say at the sobbing sick-stained fat
thrown on the bathroom floor
For all She's done
you still can't see Her beauty.
25.1.2020
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