Posted February 2nd, 2018 by Mimzy
in the TARDIS
February 2nd, 2018
you can fold yourself into so many pieces
you won't be able to feel the disconnect
between your skin
and the way you tense up when someone touches you.
the rips in you are run ragged by your fingertips
and you can never get far enough away
from the edge of the razor blade.
you are teetering on tip-toes with arms held out,
the wind brushing against you and telling you
you have feathers.
you have seen so many other birds fly away
that you start to believe it.
you tell everyone you stepped back a long time ago,
but you’re still kicking pebbles over the edge
to see how far the drop is
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