worn
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Gray tinted skin
With splotchy pink cheeks
Ashy peppered hair,
Sprinkled under soft stars
Cracked tired lips,
Blue from the frost
Wisped breath
Flowing, churning,
You can’t play footsies with
combat boots
Thick like your thighs
Heavy like your body
call me out of the shadows i call home
call me out of this place that stripped me to the bone
call me out of the burning fire of life
call me away from the blade of a knife
The best pair of shoes, that I ever did lose, fit on my feet, like paper to glue.
The best pair of shoes, that I ever did lose, frayed laces abound, yet I did not peruse.
I look out the window and what do I see?
I see a strange little girl staring right back at me.
She scrunches her nose and begins to pout
because she just cannot seem to figure me out.
