My friend used to say

'You seem like nothing could hurt you'

And i would reply with a 

'As did the Titanic until it sunk'

Well, darling,

I'm sinking now.

Even fingernails against 'undestructable' iron

can eventually scratch away and leave it

to be nothing.

I am not untouchable.

And metal does not emerge from my veins

When you slice my skin.

The End

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