Bunk

Behind fabric I am safe
Dont open it up
Revealing tears
Or my face
Or my poems
Or crochet

This is all Ive got
A curtain of privacy

It hurts to hold my breath

I don’t exist for you
I exist for me, and sometimes you witness it
I know you know where I am. Don’t.
Only interact if I want you too
Only find me when your senses can
If you cant touch, see, smell or hear me
Don’t try to

This is all I have
And its mine
And its me
But you don’t know me

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