i dream of vultures.
watching me with their haunty eyes.
seeing through my shades of pink and orange.
to the bloody insides.
the places that are dying.
the sores festering under leggings and braided hair.
my yellow jacket and blue beret.
they wait for me.
and watch the deterioration.
only they can see.
only i can feel.
the vultures and i.
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