Do jiggly bits of meat freak you out?
I’m having trouble with meals.
Completion of nothing but sugar
Some feelings are skeletal
Like the egg that forms under my skull
Baby Skin, stuck inside me like a chinese finger trap.
I attempted to pick out the hair that clogs my brain with a plastic fork
The bathwater doesn’t scald my skin the way it used to.
Almost as brilliant as painting my nails in the tub
I’m a hands under water kind of girl.
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