Every time someone lingers
a little longer on her skin
she cracks a little more inside
scabs forming thick walls
a little longer on her skin
she cracks a little more inside
scabs forming thick walls
Arms across her back
hands towards the waist
sometimes stomach
and other times the thighs
hands towards the waist
sometimes stomach
and other times the thighs
But she is not a doll
she is only human
yet with every trespassing
she is plasticised, objectified
she is only human
yet with every trespassing
she is plasticised, objectified
She knows people love to touch
beautiful things
why can’t people see that
the soul yearns to be touched too?
beautiful things
why can’t people see that
the soul yearns to be touched too?
How could anyone even know her
when one begins and ends
with simply touching
the body?
when one begins and ends
with simply touching
the body?
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