Raw

My body is skinless nerves, unprotected.
Every breath or breeze
or other’s burden blisters me.

I am an open book,
an open wound,
coiled tight,
stretched wide
to catch any passing feeling
or fleeting thought.

I am frightened by my absorbency
Yet I stay frigidly fascinated
even as I sink.

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