Hidden Bodies
Small crevices of land. They fill up with our need for escape.
Or is it not about escaping?
Do you ever think about me when you smile?
I’m sitting beneath you, legs crossed, hands on my lap.
Like you showed me once.
But that one time stays. It sticks like your honey-coated words on my body.
Slowly they collect
with every look,
every touch,
every nudge.
You push, you pull, and then throw.
See?
It’s all still on me.
Decorating beautifully what was once a grotesque scenery.
Or it’s just ruining what was once beautiful.
I try to peel it off. I grab and I peel and violently shed off layers of hate.
My body, how much you’ve endured.
And now you quietly shine through dark landscapes, while I try to shield you from the world.
I hide you under layers and layers of fabric.
Still, it seems a violent gaze has the power to infiltrate even through the thickest of shields.
