amputee me

wear me as a prosthetic on your broken body.

put me on top of your missing parts, let me fill your needs as a steady, new appendage.

i can fit you better than they can, as a phantom feeling sets you reeling in the thought of once was.

my moonlighting mayhem has returned once again, and i can’t escape the creeping consequences.

birthed anew in my contentment of being an extension of you

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