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she tries to step out of her body. first in her head, then with her arms.

she is trapped. no escape from inside of yourself.

she bangs bruised knuckles against hollow bones; splits the middles of her marrow, searching for a reprieve; a way out of this death sentence she had done no wrong to earn. it weighs her down like shackles on her hands and feet. 

"i never wanted to leave in here. i just didn't want to die here." 

(it's hard to be a black woman.) 

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