You could ink yourself until everyone knows all the things you love.
You could wear uniforms that gave you all the authority in the world.
Lose weight until there was nothing left.
Paint your face.
Suck in your gut.
But in the dark, stripped down to your bones, all that remains is you.
YOU ARE READING
Words Unspoken
PoetryThere is a community of the spirit. Join it, and feel the delight of walking in the noisy street, and being the noise. Drink all your passion, and be a disgrace. Close both eyes to see with the other eye. Open your hands, if you want to be...
