there are days when I just want
to rip my clothes off
and breathe
this fabric is a cage held together
by threaded shackles
and fitted lies
breasts pushed against ribs,ankles reduced
to twigs,a painfully hidden waist-
am I merely this?
rejected flesh that must feel shame
behind a burlesque curtain
crafted by society?
I want my skin to be a blessing,
not a reason to retreat
inside a sweater
I want to wear thin air
around my body and never worry
about bloodshot eyes
I want to release myself from
the elastic band view I've become
too numb to reject
my blisters are witnesses,
my red-branded body
stands as palpable proof
there are days when I just crave
to burn my clothes
and run
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