Tonight I will take off all my clothes to patiently count,
observe, the scars you left littering my remains.
Rounding my ribs, ankles, eyelids, knees, hip bones, throat.
Ten thousand tiny paper cuts administered
Under duress, over years, to your Best Girl.
Really though, Kiddo,
Even you must be able to see the way you disfigured me.
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