vulnerability (consequences)

if i were to expose myself,

would you still find me beautiful?

if i could grip the ladder of my ribs and

rip it open, crack the cage and set it all free,

all the guts and blood and hatred i

keep under iron lock and key -

how would you see through the carnage?

these ugly dripping bones and tar-like pools

growing around my knees are just

mirrors that i use to recognize the

truth of me.

i understand if its hard for you to see.

i want to say i don’t care if you turn away but

there’s something that wrenches out of

place in my chest when your eyes flick away -

even if only for a moment.

i’m ruined by the time you brave the sight.