yes at first you
go down smooth as
pills, all of me
breathes you in and then it's
a kick in the head, orange
and brutal, sharp jewels
hit and my hair splinters
the adjectives
fall away from me, no
threads left holding
me, I flake apart
layer by
layer down
quietly to the bone, my skill
unfolds to an astounded flower
regrowing the body, learning
speech again takes
days and longer
each time/ too much of
this is fatal
(Margaret Atwood)
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