hanging on to pieces of you like shards of glass. my nails dig into the grit and dirt. shifting away from strange faces. stumbling out of a strange place. we all wait to see our injuries. that moment of impact your mind freezes. a flicker or a spark of courage. to look down and see the gruesome detail. blood flows like memories both bright and dark. as vivid as the day you watched yourself. being led over over the brow. or being fed the pill.
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