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exposed
sheets of glass
encase my ankles
and they cut
ever.so.deeply
I am a
meek child,
burn holed,
cigarette tongued,
decaying rot
am I beautiful enough for you?
inside the worm hole
of your pudgy little heart
I find I can be
myself
by tearing at
myself
by skinning
myself
before your closed eyelids
I,
myself--
am naked
a bitter
cold
fluid flood
muscles writhe underneath blood.and.vein.and.white fatty tissue
am I stripped enough for you?
April Michelle is 25 and lives in North Dakota. She has running water and indoor plumbing. She likes to brag about not having cable because it makes her feel bohemian and special. She likes to sit on her front porch, bare foot and chain smoking, while thinking really deep and emotional thoughts. Whatever.
