Piece By Piece

lays me 
low, belly
to the ground,
eyes wild and
hair aflame

in my paper skin, 
but savage inside
writhing like a scream

I know this weakness
oh, so well
and it's so threaded through
that it's actually become me,
and I'm killing myself off

(C)2003 & 2014 by Rosetti C.
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