My body spread cold open awaiting mental autopsy in bed
my skull is pure white like snow
my mind is self-conscious like road blocks
my face is deep like the drop from my window to the ground
my arms are long like summermy legs are winter
my voicebox is broken, my throat lined with run-on sentences and incorrect grammar
my hearbeat is quiet, has nothing to say right now but looks around the room, embarrassed.
"I love the way your hair looks like that" (like what?)"From side to side, rolling its eyes."
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