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[peculiarmuse]

I died
three years ago 
multiple stab wounds

I held out
my arms       as if the murderer
were my only friend

I stood and
accepted betrayal       as if it
would make me stronger

I died  but
the autopsy was promising
another chance

I leapt
over and over       eager 
with freedom and rehibilitated hope

I survived
with scars that shone
but only in moonlight

I woke nightly 
pained      with phantoms
scratching at my feet

I watched them
tearing silently
from the other side of the mirror

edited 10/08