sliced open for the world to see,
the rest of what was hidden lies unlatched.
hatched.
their hooded eyes sever.
no longer mortal
branded now as you are by the star of david
boring holes in your diaphragm,
convoluting your abdomen with its
six severe tips
your fingernails digging little half-moons in your palms,
missing only the star
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