Exposed
I could unravel the layers of my skin like a butterfly and still not be vulnerable enough for you
Remove all my feathers yet stil be able to fly
And still be impenetrable to you
I could stitch and sew and insert all that I know into a cloth that creates a coat. ...
Yet I wouldn't have the thread... or the space in my head to know that I'd always be warm
Copyright © Rebecca Campbell | Year Posted 2022
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