rebirth

knife’s scraping against
the dinner plate. I want to
peel my skin off and burn
my epidermis, hair roots,
attached muscles, sweat glands
and all. Start anew–dig
myself out from the layers
of slime you’d smeared on
me mixed with self-pity.

– AW (Making Little Circle)

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