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I Breathe with My Skin
I want to take my bra off,
these girls, they need to breathe.
It’s not I’m anti-social,
just many make me sneeze.
***
You need to back away now,
you’re over-stepping on my line -
but in this crowd of gossip,
you’ll never hear my whine.
***
Would you please unhook me now?
Would you please set me free?
Your paper-land is beautiful,
but I really need to breathe.
***
Every time I look ahead,
it's stars and shiny things.
I keep trying to divert my gaze,
but eyes keep glistening.
***
Not that I don’t want to love -
I’m tired now, and weak.
I must go home, before I drown,
I just need to breathe.
About the Creator
KJ Aartila
A writer of words in northern WI with a small family and a large menagerie.
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