touching me with sterile fingers
and white coats filled with children's memories.
It doesn't let me go of me
letting the soothing whispers hold my hair back
as I tell all my secrets to the icy porcelain in front of me.
It reaches every part of my body
even the parts I try so desperately to hide
and it spills onto the white tile beneath me
turning it crimson
and finally leaving me
alone.
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