There are days when
you feel like a
second skin to me,
wrapped securely
around my lily flesh.
Hiding my imperfections.
Making me feel beautiful.

And I wear you
like a trophy or
some symbol of
competence.

But today,
I couldn’t possibly
hate you more,
even if I tried.

I want to shed you
like a
s
n
a
k
e
in the desert...
and make them
all understand that
I’m not comfortable
in this body.

It’s not home to me
((and I’ve heard
it should be –
your body
is your temple,
they say)).

I don’t wear my
heart on my sleeve,
just a counterfeit
smile on my face.

I’m getting good at
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on fences.

I’ve never been
a fan of human traffic,
jostled together like sheep,
collectively devoid of any meaningless purpose.
Mindless ‘fun’ is not my drug of choice. But I’m no

ReVoLuTiOnIsT...

Tomorrow,
I’m buying fatigues
and war paint and
blending into the
surroundings.

08/11/2003

Author's Note: This was adapted from a piece of free writing I composed a while ago.

Posted on 08/11/2003
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