A Secret, A Seclusion
I'd pry open with fingers to make way for my body
Then fetal position
To let comfort cover me
The skin tight conduit hugging my pores
Every inch of my body
Now winters seem warm
Hidden in spaces where only I know
Incisions with zippers I slide in and close
Here existence is different
It fits what I'm feeling
No walls in the distance
No tiles or ceiling
Knowing I could return to the shifting of sickness
The amusement park life where the pain and love mixes
Would I force feed my longing for contact with questions?
"Why leave what you'd miss?"
"Why change this decision?"
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