For a moment there,
for just one
insane
narcissistic
self-serving
second
I saw your spine cracked in half
Tender body racked with black rain
Dry-heaving, cries leaving you red
Raw, like the very beginning
And I thought
so haughtily
that I had the upper hand
After all,
he never stirred a purge
Never disturbed your perfectness
quite like I did
And I smiled
And then that smile died
in its pocket
It occurred to me
you never shattered for him
Never split
into fine, golden, broken pieces
because he never gave you reason to
He kept you
whole
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