Sleepless midnight poems (Session 34)

“Hold your breath
until you no longer
feel your lungs.
So every stupid,
senseless,
selfish word
penetrate your 
body but not
your soul.
Feel it?
Good.

Now, pay attention,
tear your
skin off.
Tear it,
all of it,
take off the
filth
the voices had
litter.

You’re nobody’s.

There, say it
out loud.
Let your
breath out
screaming,
til your lungs
feel raw.
But don’t let
anything get
to your mind.
Your skin might 
grow back,
who cares?
You’ve got
still
your bones,
and your brain,
and your pure
soul.”

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