“fight finite”

appendages splayed as she tries to bring some semblance of herself together with desperation and ink and smears to establish a mind sitting a foot away and splashing in a silver moon river while her stretch marks laughed and flirted nearby a cluster of red specks d   ott   ing    dott ing    d    o       t      t        ing   dotting her eyes and her heart’s ability to tease covered in black marks signs of devotion and love the skin by her nails ripped through no fault but to each her own trying to keep herself she never asked for help in fear of losing something in return

that moon river.

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