Distract 2022
As I scroll through variants of clothing sites to match myself in a style that will make me feel like nothing ever happened,
A fit that diminishes the hurt and trauma my body has taken a beating too.
A shirt waist sinching and bust hugging that people will say how ‘well’ I look to the slim build in front of them.
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Little did they know, the stomach before them is empty.
Bright red lips hide the nervousness of the language I speak.
If that fails too, my hair curly and red, naturally different can be something else to spur away from my troubled mind.
Mind not always troubled.
We’re hovering for landing, but still working out where is clear and safe.
Clinging onto branches that are barely holding up themselves.
