Skin

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You said you feared being seen.

I agreed.

You said it was a narcissistic

belief that an individual has

the right to keep the darkness in

him private.

I thought that was obscene. I

offered self-protection as a reason.

You conceeded, but declared perhaps

it is that you are more hopelessly

selfish than I.

I disagreed.

Perhaps, I offered, it is your brutal honesty.

I was right. You were truer

than me.

Valiant words may be romantic,

but truth comes out of us,

through is, into us, when we

are willing to be

split open.

-12.14.2014