cracking
raze
the
fabric
that
swore
it
would
protect
me
made
a
blade
out
of
a
black
plastic
square
and
cut
a
slit
in
the
translucent protein
that
calls
itself
a
thumbnail
.
the
more
it
snags
on
hair
and
thermal
socks
and
thick towels
and
anything
else
willing
to
dance
with
it
for
a
while
,
the
deeper
and
longer
the
fissure grows.
the
only
pain
i
felt
came
at
the
moment
of
unwitting
impact
.
the
cells
that
live
beneath
the
parts
i
prune
to
guard
against
worse
wounds
than
this
are
dead
,
after
all
.
like
half
of
everything
else
that's
attached
to
me
.
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go
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