as a girl she only played with broken toys
as broken as her
dusty dirty in grandma's backyard
chained in fence
and her parents
used their drugs to remind themselves
there are so many ways to not be here
now she only plays with broken hearts
unhemming the last stitches they worked so hard
to keep together
but she knows, nothing stays together
she wants to be the one
to break it to you
she's a cat who only plays with
terminally ill mice
those who let her
play because they know how broken they already are
what's the harm,
those who let her play
remind her
there are so many ways to not be here
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