My wings were made of unsturdy words,
and I sold you cheap smiles
in exchange for your services
as a backbrace.
To me, you were the most gorgeous
medical device. The prettiest piece
of lifesaving equipment I'd ever laid eyes on.
You held me in place for how long was it?
You made me feel strong enough
to stand up straight for once.
And then you rusted,
leaving my spine zigzagged
in the most unfortunate contortion,
which forced me to sit, stuck, gnarled
and staring at the floor.
It's been how long now?
And I still can't help but default to looking downward.
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