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[dredpiratebunny]

she is peeling
like a misused onion
shedding bits and pieces, bits and pieces
a year, a lifetime
a sunburn fitting in to stay
the heat and dank in the parlor of the spider

her voice rasps
she has been gargling sand and glass
there are hairs in the sandwiches
there are footprints in the rug
her body makes an echo
screaming from her pores
from the acids in her stomach