Eyelids frozen, tied intestines.
Count the ashes of all those thoughts you never had.
I am the guilt of slit arteries, the guilt of too many emotions.
I demolished the battlefield
That was my body.
With shaking hands I've torn down each bow of my ribcage,
Digged up my bones with these teeth,
With bleeding hands I ripped memories
Of all men whom I was used by,
On the bed on the floor in my head in their heads.

I've dissolved from my arms, my legs, my mind.
The ceiling is still staring back at me.

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