layers upon layers cover the self
that preaches the release of inner light.
luminescent rays feebly pierce through fabric.
a monochrome paradox.
unworthy of melancholy melodies
no warm clouds, no cool rain.
how to romanticize the gloom
without the aesthetic of bones.
healing strips
the skin of identity.
wounds exposed to darkness
barely visible under moonlight.
it’s easier to be unseen.
i wish the world were blind.
until raindrops become tears again.
until i heal.
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