I don’t want you to look in,
I don’t want you to see me changing,
I cannot bear my shame with dignity,
My body won’t fit under the table,
Known tenderness is devastating.
I will become a great insect,
With a hard shell,
I will tune myself in,
To the room, and rub my
Wings together.
Jan 1, 2024
Jan 1, 2024 at 5:41 PM UTC
I don’t want you to look in,
I don’t want you to see me changing,
I cannot bear my shame with dignity,
My body won’t fit under the table,
Known tenderness is devastating.
I will become a great insect,
With a hard shell,
I will tune myself in,
To the room, and rub my
Wings together.
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