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Over and over
Ten times over.
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One time over,
My hands carry spears
that stab my skin
Two times over,
I feel their sharpness
pierce my dearest flesh
As my feet continue to step carefully
Three times over,
Red starts to seep from my core
My core,
my only natural sweetener,
myself
Four times over,
Cracks start to form
and glass starts to break
Core pours out
like cream soda
Five times over,
Legs start growing more and more weary
More weak
And pathetic
Six times over,
My knees finally collapse
underneath what was the floor
And what was now just
my blood, tears
my power
My core
Seven times over,
The weight is left
I miss it,
in a way
To hold
something that was a part
of me
Myself
My soul
Eight times over,
My seams,
whatever that is left of me, my soul
dehatch from themselves
So I can be
brand new
Nine times over,
I snap back into place
As one
brand new
Full of full
Full of a brand new core
I do so
To look upon
who I did this for
How they felt
about causing my suffering
They respond with glee
as they hold the one that glows
They never wished for spears
They wished for myself,
my soul
To only wield it in their glory
and not feel it
if I really got to exist
They will never know truth, the one I carry
But it is not their fault,
that they wished for light in the dark
Ten times over
And as my new eyes
gaze into theirs,
I wish they could feel how I did
My pain and agony and suffering
But they never will
And no matter what,
no matter how many times my body has to be formed and born into something new
I’ll do it all again
Just for another just the same
Who is just as naive,
but wishes for a beacon in the night
Just so they won’t have to become what I do
Over and over,
ten times over.