bodies

by amandah

having a body is like being able to decorate your own prison cell
it remains isolated from the outside world,
only the smallest beacon of light through a dirty window allowed to touch my skin.
i can dress it up, but the bleak underbelly always remains visible.
having a body is a prison cell,
and i cannot find the key.
it is somewhere far beyond reach, and all i can do grasp my hands like a small child.
i am a prison cell,
and i swallowed the key.


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