Ariel
- An escape writer
- Jul 12, 2020
- 1 min read
I heard it scream
My skin
At birth
It longed, fumbled and wrinkled
Peeling away the softness
Preparing me for toughness
I heard it scream
My skin
Layered with ancestral pain
And burdens my eyes could not project
I heard it scream
And I lost myself in its sound
Fading Fading slowly into the background
Confirming the narrative
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