Dim light filled with promise and an underlying timidness that everyone's felt at some point
Let me pull off my yellow sweater so that when I lay down I'll be able to feel the softness of lips planting a single kiss in the center of my ribs
Scattered strawberry seeds on the mattress that have fallen off my shoulders
I feel as though I'm made of glass with colors reflecting off my skin and bouncing back towards the earth, burrowing deep
Hearing the sound of paper crinkling, I realize that I'm unwrapping
Layers are coming undone
Beginning to stretch themselves out
Expanding and expanding and expanding
Like the tiny threads in my sweater that were pulled apart
