Disappearance
The worn out suit
I call myself
Coming apart at the seams
Too tight this
Skin that threatens
Suffocation as possibility
Pushes against
A carefully woven face
Thread by thread
Un-
Ravel
ing
Until I lay in coils about my feet
Naked breath
Staining the air
I call myself
Coming apart at the seams
Too tight this
Skin that threatens
Suffocation as possibility
Pushes against
A carefully woven face
Thread by thread
Un-
Ravel
ing
Until I lay in coils about my feet
Naked breath
Staining the air

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