The Broad
i take off my shirt,
turn my back to the mirror
and look at all of the scars-
taking a knife to my back
seems to be everyone’s favorite hobby,
I run my fingers over them,
puffy and pink
they decorate me,
i am a fucking mosaic
my broken mind,
broken heart,
broken soul,
all glued together
to make a masterpiece
out of all my fucking brokenness
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