Eating Poetry · Vignettes Baby


no pushups, no touchups, no cover-ups, no makeup, no nothing, bare, naked, vulnerable, undressed in the most intimate way, the flesh stripped of its other flesh, the one that conceals and deceives, and underneath it, my darkness that destroys your beautiful myth of the bare, naked soul that is visible through the bare, naked skin


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