body modification
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If I didn't change methen I don't know how I'd beI've lived my life through broken memoriesof who I once wasmixed with all the people who have shaped meinto the thing I am today
Mom and Dad want me to evaluate the broken,
To diagnose them with the disease we all have- surreal survival,
Ink, thick in the air
wafts a seductive tale
of permanence.
The room is abuzz
with anticipation
and cat-scratch pain.
The prick, the squeal
of newly minted adults
