this is me standing
and you are watching, waiting for me to make a move
my hands slowly get to work
mending and bending
and piecing you back together

my baby was such a perfect portrait
of integrity and devotion
and here,
my popsicle stick towers fall
my poor old castle wall

you slide right down my throat
and to my lungs
without wince or twitch
a single loosened stitch
and i wait for action
please baby, please just put me away

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