Peeled to Shreds

To give you everything would mean to

take me as a fruit and peel my skin

off, handing you my soul in parts.

But you wanted more than that. You

want to stitch your own sort of skin

onto these bones.

Darling, did no one ever tel you that

your knife was too dull to rip me into

shreds and send my existence into oblivion.

Written by: Soshinie Singh

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