Vessels
one day i will lose you lover
throw your bones into the creek
leaving rotting flesh yearning
for the gap between my teeth
for i am a patchwork of sorrows
i've been weaving since my birth
did your mother tell you to love me
or did you wish to become cursed
it seems i'm skin and bone and you
sewn up by shaky hands
so until i come apart
will you at least spare me a glance
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