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Apr 2023
EvE
For some reason,
I feel exposed.
Like the wind is passing through all the gaps in my bones
whipping through my ribcage
in the place, my heart used to be.
I feel like I've just
realised
that I've been naked all this time,
and I was oblivious that the
warmth of the fire
was burning my skin,
and that the thorns I used
to protect me,
were pricking me
I feel like I've been walking barefoot
and I hadn't noticed the stinging
beneath my soles
and the soreness between my toes.
But
there's skin on my bones,
and clothes on my skin,
and shoes on my feet.
So why,
for some reason,
do I feel so exposed?
Written by
Sul-E
133
   Adrasteia
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