*the real me*

brittle bone life    
peers out of a glass house    
you see my silhouette      
feline form    
curled inside    
wrapped around your cerebellum    
intoxicated by an enticing intellect    
you bare witness    
no more shadows    
to shelter in    
the sun scorching    
under the microscope    
uncovered sensitive spots    
will you touch me    
or turn away?    
I'm a whore      
weathered a rough life    
not a high end call girl    
the streets were my home    
if you listen closely    
head to the pavement    
you will hear my heartbeat    
vulnerability a thin covering    
see me bare    
i'm hurt      
I reach for you    
you're not to be found    
write me a new story    
in my scarred flesh    
tattoo your tenderness    
on taboo paradoxes      
Written by crimsin (Unveiling)
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