Please hold me.
This figure that resembles a woman now,
Some 15 years too late,
Is that of a frightened nestling.
Escaping the memories,
Where angular fulcra,
Threatened to splinter under your palm.
~
Please show me.
How the other girls took their new shadows,
Fresh from the chrysalis
And molded them into,
Something less tacky,
Less vulnerable.
Less ink-shaken.
How they trusted themselves not to shatter or sublime,
Under their own breath.
.
(c) Accidental Tentacles 2017
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