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return again
on knees, in sand
with bones all broke and blamed.
Broken glass, unfit to mend
For panic still we spend our will. 

i crawl on knees bloodied and beat
to the place of sharp and stone
i cut my clouds and bleed the rains
for wanting to atone.

the thunderstorms anoint my breath
with every hurried phrase they catch
the whiplash building down in the dark
will some day curl  the furious heart.



And          Destroy. 

Hate yourself,,

What am I but a collection of

Mysteries and blood?

Someone thinks, I’ll unravel her,

Encompassing my worth. 
I encase my own identity

Cause the curious-mongering

It’s in the way my veins decide

To sway and dip with the ocean’s tides. 
Curl up inside my bones

Find the chips and cracks. 

Realize I’m nothing more

Than a flesh-and-bloodied sack. 

I’m not the girl with silver teeth

Who throws her head back and laughs. 

I am the girl whose skin is deep

Which fissures when I bask.