BrailleA Poem by BlueZan
My body is not frail but
if you touch me the wrong way, I still might break into the shapes of letters written in braille. Only sharper. My body is braille and you can only read me with your fingertips but I really don't like to be touched. The old cracks in my ribs would spell words that you'd hate to repeat and the shadows of bruises look like Rorschach ink blots that you can't see anymore but that's okay because my whole body is a novel. If I let you touch me long enough to read it, your fingertips may bleed, you might give up halfway through because it shouldn't hurt to read and I'm told that loving me is already hard enough but I am a novel written in Braille and by the time it's over, you'll have callouses to protect you from all the rest.
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Added on August 7, 2015Last Updated on August 7, 2015 Author
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