I don't know which face it is.
I don't care which face it is.
just a face that is the net to the butterflies in my stomach.
a face that is the arms to my shaking self.
it's after you've learnt about how valuable I am
that I want to protect myself
it's after I've learnt about how fragile I am
I try to stop that presence from shaking my frame
shaking my frame
turning my insides out
all the while muttering in poignant silence
asking help from God
to stop from feeling that way
there's no reason for this
it's just nature
it's just because you were created as a woman
you don't even want to feel that way.
I need a cave.
away
away
