i've read the truth drawn on your eyelids...
i see your priorities listed, and my heart has not made the cut...
...though a cut has been made in my heart.
and now a trail of blood trickles down my spine.
wounded skin that stings in the air.
you broke me open.
and i know that new light will pour in through this crack...
but that light will come to me.
no longer will you rape me of my reflection.
no longer will i speak to your eyelids.
our purpose is served.
you feasted on me.
and now i stand to walk away.
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