Ask and Answer
Some things need to be said aloud.
turn away and don’t see
the scars cradled ‘round
my pale skin, little etches
that tell of a time best left
forgotten in a puddle lost
to some wayward era,
back when I thought I knew
myself and hated everything
that composed these bones
but you held out your hand,
fingers trembling inch by inch
as you traced lines and circles
across the vulnerable pieces
that lay open on display, and
I sucked in a breath so deep
that I thought I might break
apart, exposed to the first
hint of sunlight in a while
your fingertips question me
with every loop and shape,
until I whisper that I can’t be
what you need me to be,
yet I can hear the smile
in your voice that says,
“take your time, no rush,”
till I wonder if it can really
ever be as simple as that
About the Creator
Jillian Spiridon
just another writer with too many cats
twitter: @jillianspiridon
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