my body lies next to me on the carpet
its eyes closed, unmoving
its too-big arms and legs spread out
its stomach showing
its hair unwashed and tangled
it is a picture so foreign to me
the body owner
i am so used to watching myself curl in,
attempting to appear demure
i am so used to covering my stomach
keeping my hair nice and neat
i have never seen my body in her natural state
asleep, and letting herself sleep
i want to be like her
i want to not care
i want to be my body, i want her a part of me
i don't just want to watch anymore
i want to live in myself
i want to take up space
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bodies, bibles, blood (and other poems)
Poetrythis is my first (very small) collection of my poetry. it is a compilation of ten of my poems. i write about myself, my thoughts, and my identity sometimes. most of the time i just write about girls. trigger warnings for mentions of self-harm, death...
