ever since I was little
I have been captivated by this magical dream
it is a recurring fantasy
of how I could let my heart free
this is just a fairy tale of my creation
I don’t wish for blood or gore
but still
I want to dig my nails into my chest
at the center of my ribcage
I want to sink my fingers into my ribs
and tear myself apart
I feel too big for my body
I feel more than I can contain
I am the sorrow of all my mothers
all I wish is to not be.
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