Become by Megan Russo

Voices wrap around me
swiftly wielded knives
stripping the flesh
cleaning away what dares to remain
glittering bones.

Peel away the anger
boil down the hatred
distilled for another day
another target of your choosing.

What am I now?
What was I then?

Your hands rebuild me
hands carefully molding
building and shaping
more perfect
finally correct.

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