It's time to show my face to you--
So I put one on, name it for you--
To hide what's under the skin--
Bones and super fluidity of blood--
Scars.
Despair.
A drowning flame.
If I removed these bandages--
Looked you in the eyes, and told you--
All the things which bubbled underneath--
Nothing would change except our--
Reflections of the past--
All simplicities would flake away--
So I'll restrict myself from tears--
And I will shine-- be strong--
And carry myself-- with a push--
And break away.
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Please Don't Touch
PoetryPlease Don't Touch is my first self-published book of poetry, written and published originally in 2012. #51 in Poetry, 3 June, 2017 #85 in Poetry, 4 June, 2017 #108 in Poetry, 25 May, 2017 #136 in Poetry, 26 May, 2017 #149 in Poetry, 24 May, 2017 #1...
