cosmetic surgeryA Poem by audrey hornei dont recogniI cut out my tongue. I cut off my hair. I ripped off my skin, thinking that as long as it's gone, it'll never be the skin that you touched. it'll never be the hair the you held. and my tongue lying bloody on the bathroom floor will never say your name again.
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StatsAuthoraudrey horneHalifax, Nova Scotia, CanadaAboutaspiring writer, hopeless student, romantic dreamer. more..Writing
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