the me

Over her dead body
she says
they are freaks
perhaps she is too weak
to see the things
in herself that just
leak
out
onto
the floor
will she ever be
anything more
this is the dream
it means more
than anything
this is what must be
for her to be
happy
over dead bodies
the limbs hanging
weak
the dreams
so bleak
they are the freaks
and I am the me
she thinks
better than thee

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