Who has power of me
is an illusion
my father bought me a box when I was maybe eight,
that made a hologram
you could reach inside and try to pick up a rainbow
your fingers smashed together, unsatisfied
He is that rainbow, his power is so limited over me
It's me who gives him more
All the he's and even she's I gave myself over to
skin turned inside out, a ****** offering
and I don't have to do that
I can keep my skin on, and be safe, in the space around me.