I beg you to leave
Like a child on a swing,
Voice going higher and higher as I begin to scream,
“Please!
I don’t want to come down.”
But I do
The body I’m bound to,
Which feels not entirely my own
Comes tumbling in a two-step stumble—
An elongated fall that hovers in a limbo of fear
And as too thin skin collides with rough tension there’s peeling.
No rhyme or reason,
Just peeling
As layer upon layer is stripped away,
And all I can say is, “please go away!”
Because you make me believe that a better world
Is a world without me—
And as that belief strikes an exposed nerve,
I begin to agree.
So please,
Just leave.
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Destiny Smith
Writing is one of the few constants I've had throughout my life, and Vocal seemed like the perfect opportunity to put it all somewhere.
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