it was too late
as i gazed
at the scratches
on my skin,
the white lines
of scars
that collided
with one another,
the bruises
that never seem to heal.i stripped myself
from the baggy clothing
and examined more
that ran up and down
my flabby legs.i took one step
backward,
the reflection
of a broken mind
staring back at me.i looked at myself
and wonderedif he knew what's
underneath.
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Poetryher train of thoughts that were secluded from the world and her boyfriend. [lowercase intended] [very, very short poems] [issue #1 of past year trilogy] [started: 22/7/2017] [end: ??/??/??] (reviewed by repulsify, in Majestic Awards account) ~~achie...