I am one
learning how to
carefully seal
myself shut;
still working on
the art of hiding
in less obvious spaces
that won't give me away,
folding myself
onto myself
like messy origami
forming no figure,
my pale skin
being tinted by sunlight,
my hollow cheeks
being surrounded by sunny faces
that have no idea
how much all I want
is for the rays to
melt these glaciers.
I tie my hair
with bright red ribbons
like I am a present
with no future, no past.
Might want to unwrap me
only to find a box
empty,
consumed.
I do not hold
anything
for you.
I cannot even hold
myself
for me.
Dec 3, 2016
Dec 3, 2016 at 1:57 AM UTC
I am one
learning how to
carefully seal
myself shut;
still working on
the art of hiding
in less obvious spaces
that won't give me away,
folding myself
onto myself
like messy origami
forming no figure,
my pale skin
being tinted by sunlight,
my hollow cheeks
being surrounded by sunny faces
that have no idea
how much all I want
is for the rays to
melt these glaciers.
I tie my hair
with bright red ribbons
like I am a present
with no future, no past.
Might want to unwrap me
only to find a box
empty,
consumed.
I do not hold
anything
for you.
I cannot even hold
myself
for me.
