By Stasia Mihaly
You are so cold now You’re hands no longer hold the warmth they used to You’re hair, it’s gone But the daily trips have done you no harm
They shove the needle in your wrinkly chest They leave so many bruises on your already worn body You have lost so much weight You’re pants, they stay up with your suspenders and your belt And still, I see you pulling them up
You pull it off as if nothing fazes you Because you’re strong, or you’re supposed to be But deep down I can see it I can see it eating away at you
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