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nakedness and heavy lungs

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and now, I’m defined by the
confines of my body, the faults
I carry like misdemeanors against

the ones who translate me in
lines and curves and scars that read
look, but don’t touch. now, I’m

busy catching up in revolutions
around the sun and laps within
the indignity of my own mind;

swallowing travesties and memories alike—
the sun in your voice, brightening
me inside as I wake up and breathe

like an eclipsing star, my bones clanking
together like wind-chimes, my legs
giving out like ghost people

who’ve given up. this is beautiful, this
stripping of layers upon layers
of reality and pretending

I’m not ashamed to stand naked and
quivering before those who judge me
in impersonal numbers and figures

as though I were irrelevant, that I’m not
holding my breath in hopes I will
float away like a balloon, beyond

human comprehension, light and fading
like the handwritten notes and promises
scrawled across every inch of me,

just so I could be forgotten
when the next victim wages a war
against herself. I wonder, now,

if no one can carry all this weight,

how do I keep from drowning?
love me for my vulnerabilities
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PerfectlyHarmless's avatar
This actually made me tear up a bit, it's so beautiful!