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Hunger
You fell into my head, after
the health class I took in sixth grade.
All those photos
And ribs
And ankles
And corners; they were ravenous
And starving. I think I was too.
You climbed inside my stomach and clawed and
Scratched. You leaked the poison to my legs and
To my head. You shoved my finger down my throat
And grabbed at every part of me
That showed. You folded me up
And tucked my heart into
My pocket. I was a tiny slip of paper
That you cut at and taped and tore
And stained. You boiled me in showers
While you pointed at the bones that didn’t show.
I wasn’t sharp enough
For you. I wasn’t a perfect plaything. So you climbed the ladder
to my soul and screamed until my fat
Bled itself away
And the numbers melted down. My body echoed and rang with your shrill voice
That forever sounded. But at last
You were satisfied
And gone too quickly. There was a gaping hole in my chest
Where your whispers should have been. A gap
Between my thighs where you should have been yelling.
I am crumpled and ripped and
Scribbled all over. You broke me and left me a
Mangled paper crane.
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