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2:35 a.m. - 2002-11-15 sup from her throat. catch in the web of their fingers. she tried to speak softly so they wouldn't find her. tried to stay the size of her bones. this made their thirst grow like a castle of salt. their hunger devouring like a castle of teeth. and she couldn't help it. her words spilled onto the page at night like organs peonies dead ponies. calling them. they wanted her. once mother was too thin too. pale always cold. shredding insect wings beneath the covers. dissecting flowers 'til they screamed. now she is large and warm dripping blood every month. is it better to grow full and bleed? stay here in the world of grief lungs anger livers intestine fear? come with us, they whisper. mother knows that poetry is dangerous essential. she hands her a pen gets bigger each day at night removes her heart to guard the door.
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