tell me
tell me, am i pretty?
is my skeleton appealing?
do you like it?
like my bones
poking through my skin
grin, with cracked lips
nothing passes through them
not more than a tongue
no more or i'll plunge
my fingers into my throat
and tickle and wriggle and choke
on my past mistakes
tell me am i what you want?
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