exposed

I woke up this morning and forgot how not to be exposed

so you saw the raw version of me – scars not beautiful but bold little snitches telling my tales, sharing dark twisted voyages into depths i never knew could be escaped

and when I woke up this morning and forgot how not to be exposed, there were these tiny little pieces of me holding hands out, full of tape and glue, waiting to see what magic you could do

 

 

©2017 erin hoffman – all rights reserved

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