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So that my insides come to my outsides
So that my outsides feel more like how my outsides feel.
And then, the raw skin hardens,
And my thumbs are all a thousand exposed layers of roughness
And jagged edges I can hook my teeth and nails under again.
And I pick and bleed and scab and pick and bleed and scab and pick and bleed and bleed and bleed and bleed.
Illustration by Chelsi Rossi
Instagram: @_chiles