Paper Skin
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"Paper Skin" is a visceral, emotionally raw poem that explores the fragility of someone deeply affected by trauma, sensitivity, and the long echoes of past wounds. Through imagery of bruises, paper, and origami, it paints a portrait of a person who has endured both physical and emotional pain, often in silence. The speaker equates their softness with strength, rejecting the notion that being "sensitive" is a flaw. They carry the imprints of harm not just on their body, but in their identity, flinching even at kindness because it once masked cruelty. Yet despite the damage, they strive to transform their pain into something meaningful - a quiet, trembling beauty formed out of brokenness. In the end, they plead for gentleness, not pity, and love that doesn't demand they erase what they've been through.
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