Falling from grace.
Voices drifting
Speak of physical
Beauty
Causing a lightness in my chest.
Break me free, break me free, break me free
Set me down.
My flesh is chilled like raw meat
At the market.
My bones are sold on ebay like
Hooped earrings.
And I’m drowning.
Drifting down.
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