[WRITERS] EXERCISE #2: The Truth
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Every line
every dark shadow
every bad tooth
the jaw that hangs crooked from my skull, the dull eyes, the thin lips
untouched , uncared for, discarded.
My face.
The Beast.
Trapped in a mirror
the one that hangs neglected in my hallway.
it screams from it’s glass prison
but
I shout it down
throw it down
crush it under words as heavy as stone
Shut up
you wasteland of skin and bone
nobody sees you, nobody cares for the looks of you
Not even me.
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