I gave my body to the fire
We will never forget 2020. Intense year, we struggled. Those are the words my pillow whispered, when the insomnia couldn’t leave me.
Touch my hands and kiss me on the cheeks
Living for me has always been a sort of risk
I don’t fear or praise any invisible thing
My only enemy is resting beneath my skin
In the mornings I cover my face to fit
So they won’t see the hysteria on my lips
But in the dark I bleed from the needles
My old angels have been turned into demons
I cover the cracks of my soul with photo filters
My youth is fading away like soft whispers
But I still send to faceless strangers my shame
So many lies that I don’t even know who I am
I pray with my eyes wide open and don’t blink
Don’t feel a thing then I drown into dirty kinks
I can barely see they rubbing on my skin
Lost my north and this is my only sin
He threw me in a garden and abandoned me
Showed me a seductive trap in a tree
And now they use their bibles to outcast me
My poems were love letters to nobody
Photo: Ben Shneiderman Collection
I’ve already told you that, but I’ll repeat it: I recognize many of the feelings you describe here. Thank you for sharing your well-combined words. I’ll come back soon to remind myself that no one pain is only mine. Thank you!!!!
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