Four days later, that's when she found out how she shattered her spine and bones in half and let herself die in such an ugly way, pools of red and grey tear-stained cheeks.
Her chest threatened to implode and self-hatred seeped from every pore on the expanse of her skin.
Five times she swore her heart shrivelled and the sixth time she believed herself.
Her ribs exploded into dust which outshone the sun and she held her breath until the stars burnt out and the planets crashed into each other.
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Poetry"though your skin's sheet white and your arms carry scars, your hair isn't clean much and your lungs black with tar and god, you love to argue and you can't play guitar but still let me tell you that I love who you are." 2014
