Proof of Piety
rend me of my girlhood,
wash me clean like a sinner
and allow me to walk pure
following my holy path.
let my bones show just so,
proof of my piety,
of my devotion to becoming
anew. the old fat must
be shed.
i can look better than this.
bloodlet me three times a day,
the lightheadedness
never ending,
just to see how bad i
can find myself getting
just to see if maybe i
can find myself getting
better. the bad blood cycles
still, quietly churning,
keeping me alive and killing
me all the same,
until something finally
strikes a vein.
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