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For you, the skin

of my body could

cr um ble.

The bruises could

ch an ge

the color of my face.

My legs, my stomach,

my arms could

sc ra pe,

cut and tear.

For you, crimson warm

liquid could seep, and

st ai n

and cover my self.

Two eyes could

bl ee d

salt and iron,

alternating vision.

For you, the fibers of

an im at ion

could break and

conjure lungs shallow;

quite slow palpitations.

Bodily functions could halt,

pool stealthy

da rk ne ss

that trickles into marrow.

For you, entirely my

be in g

could cease and

keep safe for you,

the s ou l.