There are fish hooks dug deep into my hip bones.
Go ahead,
Pull as hard as you can.
Gut me, cut off my head.
Let's see what kind of meat lies inside of me.
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Fragmentation
PoetryFragmentation// the process or state of breaking or being broken into small or separate parts. ××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××× It's hard for me to complete my poems. And I finally decided to share some of my poetry with strangers. These...
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There are fish hooks dug deep into my hip bones.
Go ahead,
Pull as hard as you can.
Gut me, cut off my head.
Let's see what kind of meat lies inside of me.
