Skin Her fingernails went first - Plucked like daisy petals, singing: He loves me He loves me not He loves me He loves me not Then peeling, she pulls back skin Pockmarked and tight with age Beyond her years. She pulls. I love him I love him not I love him I love him not The pale facade, now marred, Covered flesh and bone. Covered her emptiness; Covered her.
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