A memory of a person I once wished to be.
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A memory of a person I once wished to be.

By Katja K.

My cracks

My cracks are already showing.

My body,

My body, covered in unhealable marks,

My body resembles broken glass.

But

But the dainty scars

But the dainty scars are invisible to the eye.

Only when

you peel the flesh off my bones

and tare of the mask covering my empty eyes,

will you see

the shattered pieces of a person

who used to reside

who used to reside in the now

who used to reside in the now empty shell of a body.

.

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