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Roast Chicken

I am not hers

and I am not his

my body is mine

to destroy

and no one else's

to touch

I don't want to be t o u c h e d

and I don't want to be seen

I want to melt into the floor and the walls

and I want my fingers to dissolve and

my brain to bake on the concrete

like a roast chicken

and I don't





please don't look at me like that because how can I tell you that

I can't stand the feeling of your fingers

on my


when you look at me like


this skin is mine and -




I'm begging you

let go,

let go

or I will have nothing left but a roast chicken brain

and who would want that?

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