sickness

lies seeping through fingers,
blood made of water
and pills made of sticky blood
washing down all of your lies of sickness
with fake medicine

you always had
broken hands,
hearts in your hands,
broken parts of hearts
in your hands

all of them mine,
none of them sick
none of them belonging to me
anymore

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