Existent

Exposure

You would walk into her chamber, 

expecting sweet relief, not the 

patronizing grief,

the heavy lifted stone, the

drop into the pit, the dept of sin

feeling it, come over in a shiver that would climb

the roots of my spine only to

stop in the center and 

intertwine with my inner most desire ,

tangling it's way through my sealed mind, my

closed eyes,

open wide,

spreading my tears like wings that would fly,

mouth tearing cry, fingers, dry,

increased sigh, lifted bite

how do I explain the emotions that I suppress when she looks upon my-

fragile, tainted skin, my, 

bones untied, loose, unconcealed pride

nothing left to disguise.