do i tell her
of the cuts on my feet?
do i ask for help?
will she bandage my wounds
or will she douse them in salt?
there is no predicting her
love or lack there of
when she leaves her eggshells
scattered so carelessly
on the floor
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do i tell her
of the cuts on my feet?
do i ask for help?
will she bandage my wounds
or will she douse them in salt?
there is no predicting her
love or lack there of
when she leaves her eggshells
scattered so carelessly
on the floor
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