cheeks no longer stained with tears
from long nights stuck between thoughts and a hard place.
-- mutilated limbs lays beneath these baggy layers of fabric
concealing rolls of excess skin hanging onto my body.
exhausted
tired
cold and pale.
deep purple shining through
vitreous epidermis.
I let the performance dissolve under heaving breaths of angst
I was comforted by what looked to be a friendly gesture
yet when long spindly fingers
wrapped around my shoulders
wrapped around my waist
I knew what vulnerability felt like
I felt serenity just the same.
YOU ARE READING
breathe {poetry}--
Poésiethis is not poetry it is emotion in its purest form; words
