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Decaying Enamel
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Rab Steed
The brown line on the back of what should be a smooth white surface resembles the brown that forms a ring around a dirty toilet. A dirty toilet is what I have created. The scraping, the retching, the pain, it feels so satisfying. The mirror reveals the hurt; the circles show the truth and brown is the damage. The burning is the satisfaction and the flood, success. Tears are the effect. At the sight I feel overwhelmed, I loose my breath, I can’t comprehend it. I have created my own drug, my own addiction, it’s natural. I’ve punished myself, two years. I can destroy myself, just watch. Slowly, I’ll rot, I’ll decay, and I’ll emit a foul smell. My hair will thin, my face will swell and I’ll grow another set of eyes...I’ll be pretty.
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