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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Paige Sabrina Harris
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