Time plays games
with me and
she’s been winning
On an off-kilter axis,
Atlas, the world is spinning
a little too fast
It’s been months
already since I
shed my masks
still somehow I’m surprised
it doesn’t show
how bright
I am
newborn it’s-a-baby-girl pink
where
(are you excited?)
smooth skin meets the
grindstone
peeling away scales grown
denying myself
You promised, Momma,
you’d never be embarrassed
how could you be
I mean
I am new-born-baby-girl pink
light and airy
not so sure
its a sure thing
you’ll see
But
the truth is that I
don’t have to
open my mouth
to be
and somehow
that makes it all
a little
slower
Dec 8, 2019
Dec 8, 2019 at 6:43 PM UTC
Time plays games
with me and
she’s been winning
On an off-kilter axis,
Atlas, the world is spinning
a little too fast
It’s been months
already since I
shed my masks
still somehow I’m surprised
it doesn’t show
how bright
I am
newborn it’s-a-baby-girl pink
where
(are you excited?)
smooth skin meets the
grindstone
peeling away scales grown
denying myself
You promised, Momma,
you’d never be embarrassed
how could you be
I mean
I am new-born-baby-girl pink
light and airy
not so sure
its a sure thing
you’ll see
But
the truth is that I
don’t have to
open my mouth
to be
and somehow
that makes it all
a little
slower
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