I bet he's afraid of finding out how his insides look like. X-ray rooms make him nauseous. "There's a reason behind the opacity of the skin", he would say. "My body refuses to let anyone in. I, or what's left of me, cannot come out either... it's a trap, and I'm just here for now, counting the seconds for my time to come."
31/10/15
22:13
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Slurs
PoetryCollection of soulful poems inspired by lived experiences. // Cover by me