Kirsten G. Munro Poems

She lives for the diamonds on her wrist,
The same cut she used to kill her morals with.
Each nip and tuck to her face,
the original woman underneath is gone without a trace,
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Intrusive - the seeds of pain I wish to push from my mind
Peaceful reprieve only comes when my body needs sleep
Rituals that cage minutes of my day,
Another futile attempt to stop these seeds from growing,
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