145 : backstab

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the weeds growing
sprouting from the holes in my back
stretch the surface and crack the skin
roots wrap through my rib cage
tangle within my intestines
constrict my beating heart

and i have to say i am okay

the knife wounds
cut deeper
the fourth
the fifth
sixth
seventh
eight
ninth
tenth

time the blade breaks my muscle tissue and inserts into my inward angel wings

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