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I need to cut off my fingers;
they spread disease
like a tumor under flesh.

I’m so tainted by
this invisible scarlet letter
pinned over my heart,
drawing blood so slightly,
as it pools at my feet.

I wish it wasn’t hidden.
I wish I could wear on my skin
for everyone to see.

Maybe they can help
if they only knew
how sick I am.