A father takes,  eyes closed, that which he has no right 
A child cries,  traumatized, a closet hides her pain 

The child dies, awakes to find- a woman in her place 
her damaged mind-  cannot abide-  the change her body makes 

The woman stands-   naked and alone-  facing mirrored images 
backs away-   cuts today-  appraising all her damages 

rearrange- her bodies change-  sculpt it down to size 
to take away-  the ugly place-  I cut it with a knife

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