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Ripping canyons into flesh
Carving new valleys for rivers of blood
Unknown hands clawing at me
Digging inside
There is no buried treasure
Plundered long ago
Scratches
Marking the arms, the back, the face
Not my tissue
Pressing in so deeply, desperately
Not my fingernails
No, no, I did not do this to myself
I am the victim
Eyes searching the mirror
Who is this beast inside my face?