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  • Writer's picturePaige Harris

Cold Steel

Concrete carcasses 

Zip tied

To our hearts 

Trap me 

Florescent skylights 

Burnt pale skin 

Weak 

In the knees 

Weak 

In the head 

Raw retinas 

Can’t see through 

Saltwater 

Worn-out 

Windshield wipers 

Scrape the filth 

From my 

Fingernails

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