Author: Faithless Juliet PM
Shave my bones down to toothpicks so that I can always be beautifully compared to you.Rated: Fiction K - English - Poetry - Words: 39 - Reviews: 19 - Favs: 5 - Follows: 1 - Published: 04-29-07 - Status: Complete - id: 2354871
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My skin is layered on top
of itself like tree rings
(veins, muscle, bone, fat ... )
it tells the story of my starvation.
Like a scar, weeping
in the taking of it. Emptiness
birthed in the making of it.