It’s cramped in here

inside your heart

Once my home

Now a hoarder’s boarding house

for your lovers and fantasies

So I’ll bend and fold

My self-respect into

An origami bird

And escape to my nest of toenail clippings and dead skin

Epithelial relics of my former self

sleeping and slipping into ash

-V. Butterfly Thunderwolf.

(from Accepting My Fucked Up Authentic Self: Writings & Ramblings from a Dissociative Borderline Personality. Available Fall 2013)


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