From Head To Toe You Go
I have an X-Acto knife
In my mind
Chipping away at the memories
Of you.
Piece by piece they fall out
Through my eyes
On to the cold
Wet,
Dirt,
Below my
Bare feet.
By: Sabina Nicole
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