Break my bones.
Pick them off my body
Like chicken wings.
Till I stop breathing,
and cease to exist.
Till my lungs collapse
and skin pulls away.
I turn into a heap
Of skin n bones.
Immobile,
affixed to the centre
of my universe-
You
Pick them off my body
Like chicken wings.
Till I stop breathing,
and cease to exist.
Till my lungs collapse
and skin pulls away.
I turn into a heap
Of skin n bones.
Immobile,
affixed to the centre
of my universe-
You
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