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By Suhani Khosla


when you cut me to pieces,

red dripped past the seams that had burst open

revealing lacerated veins and a fatigued heart

but as my skin breaks under your blade

there is only harsh sunlight now--

photons whizzing past your line of vision

slipping through your iron grip

and you bask in it wondering

how the corpse you thought you once knew could bleed so much life

into a soul that had already departed.


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