Rigor Mortis By Olympia Maria Koutentaki

I hardened myself

Doused myself in liquid concrete

Scrubbed the softness until I was raw

Used sand for soap and stones for water

Anything to be more like you

So your words couldn’t hurt anymore

And now I'm stuck

A shell of a person

Washed up on a beach far away

Waiting for my soul to become as hard as my body

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