can you feel the emphasis in these arms
the warmth that rises from my fragility
can you see my lost eyes
never focused, searching for solitude
can you smell my nothingness
that percolates from my unkept, un-bathed skin
can you grasp my fingers
always twitching, lunging, cupping for anything
like my cigarette that fell from my mouth
taste it, the rust
bleakness that exhales before I breath
This body that I encompass feels broken
but also perfect.
It was fitted for me
Now, won’t you please, Devastate me?
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