"Bare Skinned"

on the spot

"Bare Skinned"

I feel open. All my scars are yours to behold. There's no oxygen.

Take me, places that seem impossible to be in, words, overrated.

I'm nothing 

Nothing

Nothing

Nothing

Nothing

I am everything

I could've ever

imagined

But at times,

I am nothing

Nothing

Nothing

Nothing

Nothing

Nothing

Echoing into everything.

Reviews

[Celie Rose]

I liked your poem. Free spirit. Good job