My skin.
It was transparent and clear.
They saw everything in this anatomy.
These red and blue veins.
Blood gushing out.
They heard it.
I couldn't hear a thing.
They heard something extraordinary.
In this chest; it was beating for something.
Or it was beating for someone?
The hollowed place that once was empty,
It was filled with sugar and spice,
and everything was just nice.
I held it dearly,
because it meant a lot to me.
For some reasons,
I slipped and fell.
No one was there to catch me.
They just stood there.
Wondering of what have happened.
people. life. words.
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