The trumpets sound
And I feel myself
Quickening...
Like I'm rushing
Into something
Forbidden
While standing
Completely still
Naked
On display
Ready for
Inspection
Waiting for
Their dirty hands
To run over my
Body
Searching
For flaws
Like a prized
Animal
At the county fair
Red ribbons
Pounded into
My flesh
Are now
Falling away
Leaving behind
The trailing blood
Left in their wake
Because I was never
Worthy of the blue
Tainted
Before ever being
Given the chance
To deny
The truth
I'm not Grade A
Because I lack
The purity
Needed
To attain
Perfection
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