my skin is still laced with
mirror shards
from the day I lost
the fight
with the bile I had been
choking down
I can be hard like
dragon scales
and I will never let you
love me
as darkly, deeply as I
hate myself
so go ahead, I
dare you
watch me cut and drag
myself apart
and try to tell me you still
want me
(I will not believe you for a second
I am rolling in the muck of my self-loathing
and I would rather die than bathe)
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