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the sculptor's daughter when she was createdthe sculptor's daughter by ~seawings
i taught her to breathe
in ways that would flatter her figure.
before all of this,
i judged her for her fluttering lungs
and rearranged her ribcage.
now, my creation, my masterpiece
is a worthless piece of
glass, reflection of myself,
and she wonders why i reject her.
i only wanted the best for her
(i only wanted a second chance)
but her sixteen-inch waist
cannot hold up the both of us.
time to start over again.
a farewell to rock-bottom i can feela farewell to rock-bottom by ~seawings
glaciers, centuries silent,
begin to roam within me.
the cancer that dragged me down
is disappearing in tiny flurries
of black and rotting wings,
it leaves me wild, wide-eyed
and gasping for a breath
i thought would surely choke me.
i am stretched over oceans,
a different pulse
beating through my lacing veins,
and my trembling lips
have never been so sure.
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"On a similar note I must confess to you, I'm giving very serious thought.. to eating your wife."
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You know, 'Earth' without 'art' kinda goes 'eh'.