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Oct 2018
If you were
To wear my skin
You’d find pebbles
In the bottom of my feet,
Like limbs that fall asleep
From sedentary sport.
It’s crumbled potential energy
That gravity pulls down,
Like gemstones
That can never shine.
They cut sharp
Under my feet and
Kept me on my toes
Until I stumbled onto a bed.
You could feel the plastic bags
Under my eyes, torn from the street,
Ripping from utter stress.
You could feel the spray paint can
Stiff and cold and pink
And a finger shaking, pressing down,
Waiting to paint my eyes and nose.
If you wore my skin,
You would feel that my tears
Were melting plastic, lava,
But it feels oh so good
To have color on my eyes
and a reason to be cared.
You’re going to have to seep out
While everything else crawls in.
Written by
killian  17/F
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