• Hannah Flowers

ignoring all of my friends

such an easy hole to fall in

my giving nature is treasure

to such a humble beggar

when i keep some of myself

to myself, i get greedy

forget my table manners

do not cherish, but indulge

and i swallow all of me, whole.

there wasn’t much left—

my body was full of holes

bits and pieces cut out

given away, forgotten about

hoping to be filled by someone

like me, or something else

no, my wounds just festered

and so i cut the tether.

once broken, forever severed.

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