i wear my shame well
it wraps around me like skin
i stitched together with bruised knuckles
(from fighting my own reflection)
with cloths of failure
you might call mistakes-
but you wouldn't even notice the seams
(i know how to laugh)
i've got charming smiles
like poison apples
you take anyway
because you don't want to see what's underneath-
slit wrists in bathtubs,
my friend told me i am out of the tub now
i just need to figure out how to get out
of the bathroom
but i can't find the fucking door
i guess today is a bad day
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Dysphoria
Poésie"I dreamt I grew roots and sunk into deep earth, Where mud became my skin and dampened grains freckled my surface, I opened my mouth wide for the sprouting branches Leaf-speckled limbs And sunflowers blossomed from my eyes, Sunlight bled in waves, w...
