Flesh

This don't slits down my throat
and it is a labyrinth where
i contemplate the years
i was made of flesh.

you are a world of yes,
a watercolor spreading
like blood in me.
it is obscene to feel
what i feel
but the design 
of your mouth is a visual
attack and it empowers me
to be a body
again.

It is so tragic
to know your ghosts,
rekindling your own vulnerability
but i long to be complex
and imperfect.

my skin itches
for your demons.
Let us be brave together.


Karla Bardanza

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