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TELL, DON’T SHOW // s. mardon

i’m trying to tell you the story
of my undoing, but instead
i can only show you my hands

unfolding towards you, my
head thrown back & throat
bared, open mouth,

ribbons falling out in streams;
all i can show are my weak
wrists and steady eyes and

a thin voice telling you here,
here, you have me,
please listen