I carry guilt,
as if I were a camel
carrying water.
I was a bitch,
was. one once.
was. one.
If I could carry the scars,
ripped up inside you
I would let my body
rip twice over.
thrice over.
Pain mirrors beauty
in the eyes of the painful,
disgust mirrors me
in my eyes, they are painful.
I could read this over and over and never tire of it.
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