pain - something we hide something we think about in corners and late trains, something i have believed my body must conceal

beauty is what i want to show to sell myself in to

but something

that makes me far more uncomfortable than pain

because when i hear someone say

beautiful girl

i become only that


my skin

while under my skin - which is pearly, just a curtain -

dwells the things i have said

and the things that have hurt me