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  • poeticvomit 10w

    We have become so accustomed to
    shaming each others purple hearts,
    we hide them under makeshift thick skin.

    ©poeticvomit

  • poeticvomit 10w

    Trace every crease of your palm
    Imperfect skin
    Describe the scars that lace your heart translucent skin.
    Naked, dare yourself
    look at your reflection
    through a stranger's eyes,
    see the map of your life, your story.
    Skin.
    They will tell you,
    it's not the right kind of flesh
    And I will tell them
    I have painted constellations in this
    Skin.
    These hands have built empires,
    brought them down
    watched them bleed,
    beg on their knees.
    Callused skin. 
    Would we still be human
    without a few scars to show 
    as proof that we have battled
    and won in this skin?
    We have become so accustomed to
    shaming each others purple hearts,
    we hide them under makeshift thick skin.

    Tattooed, scarred, with tiger marks
    Look at your reflection.
    Skin is skin.

    ©poeticvomit

  • poeticvomit 10w

    My story still sounds like
    "how much did you drink?"
    They asked me
    "how slutty was your dress?"
    But this negativity I'm trying to unlink
    My mind and body, I want to repossess

    Tequila still smells like october
    But at least the worst part is over.

    ©poeticvomit

  • poeticvomit 10w

    Tequila smells like
    Your hands up my thighs
    A party tastes like
    Your breath in my ear

    I remember I could
    barely open my eyes
    Your tongue must have
    tasted my fear

    I was told scary stories of this exact situation
    I thought I knew exactly what to do
    Now I can't stop these palpitations
    Does the shame keep you up at night too?

    ©poeticvomit