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the girl who couldn't sit still became
the woman who feared decisions
expecting them to either creep up on her
like lethargy or inertia
or jump upon her like summertime spiders

I tried to fill my torn emptiness with the sea
but even he cannot fill the void
scratched empty surely by my own fingernails
consuming seashells brimming with viscera
scooped from that sucking wound

I starve myself in the hope your memory will fill me.

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