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shame

everyone’s pointing
everyone’s starting
the faint whispers
grow louder and louder
i’m covering my eyes
curled up, fetal pose
and they keep whispering
and they keep pointing
and they keep staring
i’m holding myself so tightly
blood covers my fingertips
my eyes are shut so tight
that tears cannot escape
then i look up
and my room is empty

written 9/21/23

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