This is why I write

to unfold the electrical mat of my nervous system

the pieces of me

tucked in secret dark spots

hidden and hungry.

My body is nothing but nerves. I burn at the slightest touch

I react at the smallest word

I feel everything

as if my skin no longer protected

my precious softness

my mollusk organs

all too vulnerable.

When i was young

I wished for a hard shell

I wished for larger teeth

and sharper claws

but all I have is these nerves

that beg

“speak up”

Speak up

and this is why

through this fire

I walk with a pen

why I stand

in a spotlight

shaking

The only time I can forget the ache

is when I take it

and turn it

into something beautiful.

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