surface // the fiction of my flesh

You’re reading my body
The stories of my scars and the writing of my wrinkles
But what does my skin say of the longing in my soul and the aching of my heart
If the tears carved canyons in my cheeks, how deep would they be? Would you climb them?
If the darkened cavern of my skull was filled with black ink swirling, would it be big enough for two?

(09.05.22)

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surface // the fiction of my flesh

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