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my skin is not a liar, i’d climb out if i could
to see the world without its infrared filter.
just as wallpaper exposes its hiddenness in a peeling fashion
it needs a little help at tearing..
perhaps that’s why i can’t escape this mind
of mine.
i won’t go back, i promise
just use your hands
and make a bloody mess
of my heart.
to see the world without its infrared filter.
just as wallpaper exposes its hiddenness in a peeling fashion
it needs a little help at tearing..
perhaps that’s why i can’t escape this mind
of mine.
i won’t go back, i promise
just use your hands
and make a bloody mess
of my heart.
Published 5th Jan 2023
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5th Jan 2023 2:49am
Dear T,
I found this piece very relatable in how well that feeling of being trapped inside our own skin feels. I think the metaphor of the peeling wall paper very creative. Great write. H🌷
I found this piece very relatable in how well that feeling of being trapped inside our own skin feels. I think the metaphor of the peeling wall paper very creative. Great write. H🌷
