EXSANGUINATE

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you pried me open

like an old wound.

skintight and sewn shut,

you dug your fingers in

and r i p p e d

my scars like

seams, like

stitches.

you exposed my bones,

flayed my veins,

burrowed inside

and made yourself

at home in my

exsanguination.

you left me

curled up and

gushing blood;

knowing

all the stitches

in the world will

never be enough

to reverse the ruin.

you knew exactly

what you were doing…

didn’t you?

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From my newest poetry collection, CARNAGE. Available now on Amazon.

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