“SOMEBODY ELSE” 15 Oct 01

It’s 5am. I’m crying alone.
Sunlight is hours from here. I’ve just got home.
Want to take those traces
wash them off me
Should I be explored
to please the doctors?
A mans hand on my skin
Just reminds me of something
I remember more than I should
forever my head
pushed onto a hood
I wasn’t there
It was just the body I inhabit
It was someone else
with a knife to their throat.

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