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Girl to Cloth
Chest tight as terry threads
A stretch from being torn
A simple twist
And breaths no longer
But inconsistent woven tight fabric
Filling lungs to the brim as cotton
That no longer seem of vails
Rather burning and rough
A simple choked sob does not split
But rather a ruched tear
A rippling stain across her face
Seams so worn they hardly count as bindings
No longer human,
A pile of textiles,
Torn,
Dampened,
And pitiful
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A stretch from being torn
A simple twist
And breaths no longer
But inconsistent woven tight fabric
Filling lungs to the brim as cotton
That no longer seem of vails
Rather burning and rough
A simple choked sob does not split
But rather a ruched tear
A rippling stain across her face
Seams so worn they hardly count as bindings
No longer human,
A pile of textiles,
Torn,
Dampened,
And pitiful
© All Rights Reserved
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