she used to be
iris blue like bruise
blooming across porcelain cracked
licking at hands brushed with sun
her red lips pressed to
green veins running beneath milk
white skin
she bares teeth roars whimpers
animals marching across the jungle of her body
the rumbleshake of a stampede
moving closer
tender soles on soft feet
she steps on thorns leaves a
trail of footprints like gems on the
first snow
here she bleeds or cries or sleeps
a handful of salt a mouth
full of sand
across the earth she tramps and stomps
only to find herself back in
bright lit bathroom
facing someone
she doesn't know at midnight.
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