please
let me bleed onto the ground
let me rip the shield of my skin & expose with rage all that had aged with the doing of your hands & the loud thuds of closing doors
the silence fills the spaces in which rooms are turned to cages & walls closing in on themselves like the crumbling of torn pages
let me show you the color of my chest
'cause I've been wearing this disorder like a vest
thinking if you'd seen the signs
you'd climb inside & do your best
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