Below the Surface
Even in dreams, I wanted to die.
Even in sleep I had managed to rip bandages away
revealing where I had
sliced open my skin,
and where the doctors had attempted to sow it together
to mend the rend.
They were looking in the wrong places
if they were looking for something
broken or torn apart.
These doctors had it all wrong
fixing bodies
did not mean
you fixed what lay
below the surface.
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