𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬 ᵖᵒᵉᵗʳʸ

fragile

naked.
nothing to cover me.
all alone.
the eccedentesiast i am
no longer hiding.
stripped
of my effervescence
like an onion.
for deep inside,
my soul
is tender and
easy to break.