“Be Human”

stranger in my own

skin can be ripped off,

and thrown aside.

what do you do with

these scraps of sadness,

pinned to your lover’s lapel

like a ruby red pin.

falling in the pitch

blackness as an old hatbox.

i think i closed the lid

and forgot how to breathe.

does that sound like nothing to you,

as I curl up on a square of white kitchen tile,

already cut through.

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