::: open :::

::: open :::

forcing myself open
but you don’t even care
how could you notice?
you didn’t know me
when I was closed

forcing myself open
eyes too wide to view
blind from staring
will you want me?
my beauty blinds

forcing myself open
legs spread field and sky
does that make you see?
heaven’s whore still untrue
I mean nothing

forcing myself open
this flower slowly dies
for its need to be seen
for you

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