Wednesday, March 28, 2012

Amputations.

My limbs are torn off with jagged edges. Sinewy, fleshy, unlike the clean and precise cut of a surgeon's knife.
I might've done it myself, in my sleep. But I wouldn't know. I wake up, body racked in pain and wondering

wondering

why it is that I insist on being so incomplete.

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