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I drenched my scars in the storm, running 
until every part of my soaked body was engulfed 
in the rain and the bloody waves trickled down 
from fresh wounds down my legs with euphoria-ridden 
eyes, carpet-burns on my feet stinging with every tread.

The rib cages became defined and prominent during 
the last week as I starved myself and danced 
like I was under influence with bare feet, letting the 
seeds of insecurity and helplessness sprout like weeds 
and I pounded on the walls of my heart until it broke, 
collapsed on the humid carpet in defeat and cracked 
my neck like it was my exhausted knuckles.  

Nobody knew so they slapped me with their problems 
until I apologized and they left, like they were debt 
collectors so I pushed away my meal and shut myself 
in my room with the blinds down, window sealed, and 
danced until the hunger choked itself to death in my 
stomach and I found love in the scars of solitude.