bones //
you are the marrow in my bones
and the teeth in my flesh
i feel marks begin
and they don’t end
holes dot my body
each wound showing all the way through
i slurp the marrow with a straw
it is greasy and not my taste
but you seem to think you like it
you peel my skin back
reveal what’s underneath
all those pretty imperfections
there’s just rawness and blood and veins
they jut out of my muscle
my tissues burn and ache
and you wonder why i told you to stop
wherever your fingers lace with mine
bones pop out of place
knuckles separate
scabs form over everything
you itch them off of me
you tell me they need to leave scars
they are not allowed to heal
i am not allowed to heal
you place a bandaid onto each one
carefully
then leave
to start everything over again
when the scars decide to show up
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