“In the mud that stuck is all the filth we tried to wash away, but it marks us; no lather will remove stains embedded onto a soul. Tender with bruises, a touch feels like a sucker punch. We dress the open wounds, stitching at seams that will heal into puckered up lines on thin skin, oh such thin skin. If only we were weather worn - fire proof // invincible; maybe it wouldn’t be so visible. It’s written onto our faces, our expressions read like pages - and pages are so easily torn.”
- Some things you just can’t hide // ©️@rarasworldbro
