Mahtem Shiferraw, Your Body is War; “The Art of Invisibility”
[Text ID: So I have mastered the art of being invisible, so breathless, if I opened my mouth only clouds would come out,]
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Mahtem Shiferraw, Your Body is War; “The Art of Invisibility”
[Text ID: So I have mastered the art of being invisible, so breathless, if I opened my mouth only clouds would come out,]
Dig your teeth into me. Come on, I dare you. Take a bite. Open me up: raw and candyfloss pink on the inside. Make it hurt. I figure, you’re going to hurt me one way or another. Might as well be with your mouth.
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