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May 2018
In bed I lay awake at night -
fingers tracing my body
like a contemporary dancer
sweeping across the floor.
neck
collar bones
sternum
I count my ribs.
a little more
than the knocks I took from
you.
my hips protrube, like the veins
on your arms when you got mad.

God knows.
can a touch feel this feather light?
C
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C  22/Cisgender Female/South Africa
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