I'm tired of you being brave
Turn your face to me
And feel the skin peel off your skin
Hear the shell crack and smell the yolk
That murky film between your eyes and your eyes?
It melts – weep like a fool, loudly and in public
with shame and without shame, either or both
Now, finally, you are beautiful – on your knees, torn down and so, so fresh…
~Grace Gibson
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