It

He says that hugging me
Is like waiting for a glass to start breaking.
That my body is fragility in the making.
He says you could open bottles on my hip bones
that these are edges that never used to show.
He says he won’t watch me do this.
But he doesn’t get, it’s not up to me to stop it.

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