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obliterated [poem]

I’m thankful for the scars
and
for the tender flesh turned armor
and
the ache of memory 
when I look
at the mosaic that is my heart
bruised and battered and broken
and yet
it is only a piece of what you

o   b   l   i   t   e   r   a   t   e   d 

with your carelessness
because he tore me in half with his betrayal
but you lit me on fire
and
you watched me burn
and
you called my ashes
friendship 

Author:

bookdragon, poet, witch

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