the curves of my body are not defined by the way your eyes moved over them and my mind was complex and beautiful before you ever dared explore its depths,
my chest rose and fell regardless of whether or not you could hear my breaths and my heart has always kept rhythm without you counting the beats
and i will continue to exist long after i am forgotten by you
YOU ARE READING
Wasp
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